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haerinari · 8 months

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DAY 25 — ANATOMY CLASS

PAIRING: professor!yeonjun x student!fem!reader.

GENRE: smut, school au, kissing, unprotected sex, little age gap.

WARNINGS: smut

A/N: guys i’m really sorry for not posting yesterday. i was EXTREMELY exhausted and i didn’t get the chance to finish this fic of kinktober 2023, but don’t worry because i will keep updating. anyways, enjoy 💙

the first day of seventh grade you remember all the girls talking about the professor of the anatomy class. “he is so hot!”, “oh my god, if he is my professor i will study”, “i like anatomy class since today”. and when you got the chance to meet him, you knew why all the girls were falling for him.

his name was Choi Yeonjun, he was a very, very young man, tall, brown eyes, beautiful pink lips and a very charming smile. the days that you had anatomy class, were the best. paying attention to what he was saying, no, paying attention to him. paying attention to the was his hands move while explaining, paying attention to his full lips, and sometimes looking in parts you shouldn’t, but it was impossible to ignore them. now you were on the last year of high school, and luckily Mr. Choi was still your anatomy professor.

“Today Mr. Choi was looking hotter that today” your friend Chaeyoung said. “I know I can fuck him before graduating”

“God Chae” you said laughing. “What are you saying”

“Really! If i don’t fuck him it would be a waste, besides, he is hotter that any boy in our grade” she replied.

“You have a point in that tho” you said.

Today was wednesday and it was the first anatomy class of the week, you went to class with Chae and both of you sat in the back of the class.

“Good Morning class, today i’m gonna be handing you back your exams” Mr. Choi said.

“I hope i got a good grade” you whispered to your friend. “I study really, really hard for this exams”

“I bet that you had the best grade y/n, you always have good grades” chae answered.

“Okay so, Son Chaeyoung” he said. “Hwang y/n”

both of you went for your examen, not wanting to see your grades until you went back to your desks.

“okay, at the count of tree” you said.

“1…” she started.

“2…”

“3!” you both said.

you opened you exam, excepting everything except this. you jaw dropped, you looked at Chaeyoung and you saw a smile on her face.

“I GOT A 98!” she gasped, standing from her desk and jumping in excitement. “What about you?”

“55…” you said in a low voice.

“What?!” she exclaimed. “No, that’s totally impossible y/n. maybe he changed our exams, that 55 must be mine”

“No, chae. i really got a 55”

how was that even possible? you were good in anatomy, you never had bad grades. what happened now?

“Miss Hwang, i want to talk you later” Mr. Choi said.

“Okay” you answered to him.

the class continued normally, but this time you didn’t really pay that much attention. honestly, that grade had taken all your happiness away. what did you did wrong? you studied for weeks to approve this exam.

at the end of the of the class everyone packed their things and started leaving, you said goodbye to Chae and stayed on your sit waiting for your professor to talk.

“Mr. Choi, if you’re keeping me here because of my exam, i swear to god i don’t know what happen” you tried to explain.

“Don’t worry about the grade y/n, you will pass anatomy anyways. And please, call me Yeonjun” he said.

“Okay uhhm Mr. Ch— I mean, Yeonjun, i study really hard for this exam. what did i did wrong?”

“Oh, you did nothing wrong y/n” he said stepping behind you. “I just knew that if i wrote a bad grade on your exam you would stay”

“Does that mean i have a good grade?” you asked.

“Do you want to have a good grade?”

“Of course i want” you answered.

you wanted to have a good grade, but having this time alone with your professor wasn’t actually very bad. was this going to end like those porn movies you watched? the ones that ended with the hot profesor fucking his inocente students.

i mean, it wasn’t a bad idea. Yeonjun was hot, like, super hot. but he was your professor. if this was going to end like you were imagining, things will have to spice up.

“So why are you keeping me here, profesor Yeonjun?” you said turning your head to look at him. looking up with doe eyes watching him looking directly to you.

“You know why i’m keeping you here pretty” he said tilting you head with his finger on your chin.

you were going to be fuck by your profesor, but you didn’t want to make it that easy.

“of course, to talked about my grade” you replied innocently. “tell me Mr. Choi, what do i have to do to have a better grade?”

“go sit on my desk” he said.

you got up from your desk and went to his, sitting on the border with your legs lightly open. yeonjun came just after you, standing between your legs with his face very close you yours.

“i like when you play that innocent game” he said with a small smile.

his face got even more closer to yours, putting your lips together forming a kiss. his lips felt so soft against yours, one of his hands on the back on your neck and the other one on your thigh. His hand began to run along the edge of your skirt, slowly lifting it trying to get deeper. His fingers reached your panties, lightly touching the wet spot that was forming on your cunt. he moved you panties away, his middle finger touching all your slit. you could fell that he was smiling between the kiss, you must be very wet.

yeonjun started rubbing circles in you clit, his lips moved from your lips to your neck, sucking it and probably leaving dark spots in it. one of his fingers slipped on your hole while the other one was still rubbing you clit.

“fuck” you said.

“you wanted to have a good grade, didn’t you? take it like the good girl you are.” he said on your ear.

he inserted another finger, fucking you faster this time. you head started to fell dizzy, he was so good with his fingers. you had imagine this scene thousands on time, you favorite hot professor fucking your rough on his desk, but you didn’t know it was actually going to happen.

your stomach felt like it was doing back flips, you wanted to last longer but with his fingers doing magic on you pussy it was almost impossible.

“i’m gonna cum” you moaned.

“no you’re not, i don’t want you to cum like this?” he answered.

“what?”

yeonjun quickly took his fingers out of you, leaving you a sensation of emptiness on your pussy. a part of you felt mad, but the other one knew that something better was coming.

“bend over the desk” he said with a serious voice. “i’m gonna fuck you properly.”

you did exactly what he did. the right side of your face hitting the cold desk, your skirt lift up, exposing you ass and cunt for the view of your professor.

you heard him unbuttoning his pants, he stroke his dick a few times near your ass and then inserted his cock inside you. his dick fill you up so well, his tip hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. you were a moaning mess, and hearing how yeonjun groaned every time you clench around him made your pussy wetter.

“fucking slut, clench around me like that against and i’m gonna cum” he said.

his big hand reached you hair, pulling your head up until your back was press against his chest. all that could be heard on the classroom were your moans and the sound of skin hitting against each other. yeonjun’s right hand traveled down your stomach, finally getting to your clit while he was fucking you harder. his left hand was around your neck, making pressure around it and making it hard to breath. the over stimulation was causing tears around your eyes, you hard gasps and moans telling you that you were about to cum.

“pleas let me cum this time” you barely told him, the pressure on your neck wasn’t letting you talk properly.

“cum around my dick, cum like the good intelligent student that i have” he encouraged.

with a few more thrusts to came hard on yeonjun’s cock, seconds after his cum filled you up making a mess between your things. you legs were like jelly, you couldn’t even stand properly. your professor was giving small kisses on you jaw and neck, his strong arms holding you so you don’t fall.

you started to finally catch your breath, your heart beating from crazy to normally again. you couldn’t believe you just do that.

“if this is going to happen every time i have bad grades, i will mess it up on purpose next time” you said.

“be a bad student and you won’t be able to walk in weeks” he replied.

“is that supposed to be bad?” you smiled.

“you tell me” yeonjun said.

all the things you would have to explain to chaeyoung…

#choi yeonjun #yeonjun #txt yeonjun #txt imagines #txt #kinktober #smut #tomorrow x tomorrow

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luminecho · 7 months

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An acquaintance once stopped me on my way to class.

"Are you happy?" he asked me.

"What, just like, in general?" I said, confused.

"Yeah, just in general."

And it's not exactly the sort of existential question you're expecting to have dropped on you at 11 am on a Wednesday. And it was actually my birthday that day, but he didn't know that and it didn't feel super relevant so I didn't mention it. But the question itself made me stop and think after.

Because it's this question that gets asked of us so often in life. Are you happy with where you are now? Do you think you'll be happy in the future? You were so happy when you were a kid. What changed?

And I think when you start to get into adolescence and adulthood, it becomes expected of you to not be happy. Because that's the sort of society we live in today. It's so damn hard to be happy. And it shouldn't be. But it is. Happiness is like this fleeting thing way off on the horizon that people constantly grasp for, and we all do things in desperation to finally reach it, and maybe it works for some and maybe it doesn't for others.

I don't know if the typical college student is happy or not. But I do know that I don't really consider myself the typical anything, and one thing I pride myself a lot in is that I have a very strong understanding of exactly who I am and where I am in life. I'm at a school that I like taking classes that I enjoy. I have a bunch of friends who I love, and maybe they're all online and far away from me but that's okay. I have a bunch of hobbies that I love doing and a bunch of interests that I share with others and each day they bring me a little bit of enjoyment.

So, in that moment, I didn't even really need to think before replying.

"I am," I said with a smile.

And my acquaintance turned to the friend beside him.

"See?" he said, "I told you!"

I chuckled to myself and walked away.

But I couldn't stop thinking about it. Because like... what were they talking about? The scenario I found myself crafting in my head was one where this friend of his was saying that most people these days aren't happy. And maybe they're right. But that doesn't mean no one is happy. And that doesn't mean you can't find happiness. It's out there. It's out there in the little things. In the smiles of strangers and in the soundless laughter of text conversations, in music and poetry and art and the hot lights of a stage. It's in butterflies landing on flowers just beside you, and taking the time to stop and admire it for several minutes even though you know you're missing your bus because somehow the butterfly is just so much more important.

And I think my favorite part is that not only did I get to prove to a stranger that day that happiness exists, but I also got to prove it to myself, both in the past and in the future.

Because what if I had been asked that question a few years ago? In the middle of a pandemic, stuck at home attending high school in front of a computer, feeling like I'm drowning because I don't have the motivation to do my work and the one hobby I've held onto so dearly, drawing, feels like it's slipping through my grasp and I just can't enjoy it anymore and it's this real grief that's weighing me down. Telling my therapist that I wasn't sure who I was yet because I felt like this walking contradiction who longed for things I was too afraid to act on. Would I have said I was happy, then? I don't know.

And what about in the future? When any number of possibilities could happen. Will I say that I'm happy, or will I be stuck in a rut and not know the answer?

I didn't have a good birthday. Some days I'm stressed more than others. Sometimes I get overwhelmed, sometimes I feel like the world is caving in on me.

But the question wasn't, "Are you happy right now?" It wasn't a "How are you doing today?" or a "How's your morning?"

The question was, "Are you happy?"

"In general?"

"Yeah. In general."

And even if today is hard, tomorrow may be better. And if tomorrow is hard too, then you have countless weeks ahead of you that will look different and brighter than they did before.

I'm happy. I'm not happy every second of every day, because no one is. But that's not what "general" happiness looks like. General happiness is just... being satisfied with where you are now. Being comfortable in the new and unfamiliar experiences you're sitting in. And being comfortable with knowing it's all going to change soon.

Happiness is real. And if you don't have it now, then it's still out there, waiting with open hands.

And I just think that's neat.

#echo shouts to the void #echo writes #idk #creative writing #something you may need to hear #i guess. i've never put my own post in that tag

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obsessedtomone · 5 months

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Unravel Yourself Before Me ⛓️ Chapter 3 - Avoidance▸Shigaraki x femReader

Summary:

◤Why the fuck do you feel like you did something wrong? You thought you’d buried these useless feelings all the way down, but apparently not.

Which prompts you to do something really stupid.“Hey,” you whisper. Why? “Hey, dude.” You test his patience again, a little louder this time and he turns his head, glaring daggers at you. A look you seem to be getting a lot lately◢ Setting: University AU - No quirks (unless degenerate personalities count) Tags: Slow burn, Eventual Smut, Unhealthy/Toxic Relationships, Humiliation, Mentally Ill Reader, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to ??? Warning: Dead Dove – Do Not Eat | Mind the tags TW: Implied Su/Self H, Dubcon, Reader has a super shitty past like actually, Shigaraki Tomura is his own warning.

AO3 Crosspost | Chain Divider by firefly-graphics

Chapters: One • Two • Three • Four

Chapter 3 - Avoidance

Ding!

The front door to the store opens and a customer walks in, politely getting in line behind the customer you were about to serve.

“Hello, how may I help you today?” you say, with your fakest smile and the most saccharine high-pitched voice that would put discord kittens to shame. It’s Wednesday, and this marks your 3rd shift at Cinnabon. You had to look for a job after buying one too many League skins and your scholarship not being enough to cover your bills.

That’s if you didn’t want to get your ass kicked on the streets mid semester in autumn and make buddies with the bridge hobos. You really couldn’t afford that and unlike most people, you lacked a safety net to fall back on. No family on standby, ready to jump whenever you sink. If you really thought about it, you could probably rely on Taylor, but you’d be too proud to ask them for help. You don’t need anyone to save you.

Not anymore.

Which brings you to the part-time where you work from 5 to 11 pm.

“Anything else, sir?” Gene assists, while bagging the delicious cinnamon buns for the customer to take home. You got sick of the cinnamon smell pretty much by the end of your first shift on the job.

It was currently 10:45 pm and the mall was about to close down. Most of the footsteps are dwindling down and setting pace towards the exit. Gene shoots you and Mary, your teenage(?) coworker, a pointed look.

“You guys can start cleaning up, I’ll do the inventory.”

He’s in his late 50s, with a forehead for days, and he’s the legend who hired an ambitionless brat like you. He said he “Saw potential in you, kid.”, whatever that meant. You didn’t argue, though, took the job and now here you are, trying hard not to beat the living shit out of every second asshole who walks in here and acts like they owned you.

“You girls can leave after you’re done, I’ll close up. Good work today.” he says every time and without fail you also routinely respond with an “I can stay and help.”. Hana had already bounced by now, saying she had to catch a movie with a friend or something similar. You didn’t really listen and you didn’t really care.

“Nah, it’s part of my routine. Go home and sleep, kiddo. You look like you need it.” he dismisses you with a smug smile, and you almost want to tell him that you won't, and you’ll probably sink countless hours in some video game instead like you do every night, but you don’t dare to bite the hand that feeds you.

Instead of arguing, you nod, grab your things and leave dressed in your work uniform. You’re too tired to change your clothes, so you’ll just catch the tram like this, smelling like a cinnamon factory. You couldn’t wait to get home and shower this shit off.

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The cool air of humid rainy weather hits your warm oven-baked cheeks first, as you step outside the mall. It’s already so dark, but this is the posh part of the city you lived in, which meant you were unlikely to run into as many weirdos as you would in your own neighborhood alleyway.

On your way to the tram station, you see a small arcade and wonder if you should go in for a round. Unable to resist temptation, you reach in your pockets to feel for coins, and when you finally find a (very) small fortune of today’s tips, you step inside.

The arcade greets you with a certain muffled old carpet smell, exciting electronic sounds and neon lights from familiar and forgotten games. You could feel your heartbeat pick up for the first time in a while. Immediately you go ahead and rush to find your favorite arcade game, Sunset Riders. That game was like your bread and butter when you were a kid, while your shitty foster parents were too busy knocking each other's teeth out to notice when you slipped outside of the house with some of their cash and ran to the local arcade.

Walking around the few rows of game machines, you almost give up, when you finally see it shining all the way in the back in all its glory. To your dismay, the machine was already occupied by some fucking guy. This place was almost empty, what was the chance the one customer hogged your favorite game? Astronomical, you decided.

He side-eyes you for a second and when you turn on your heel to leave, he speaks up. “Oh, umm. Don’t have to leave.” he scratches the back of his head and mumbles. He had long purple hair and was wearing a black jacket on top of a (probably) white hoodie. Or at least you thought it was, since the many flickering neon lights made it hard to tell.

“I was just about to quit anyway. You can have it.” he finishes his round and turns to you. “Have you, uh— have you played this before?” he asks semi-nervously after having an internal debate. “Ah, fuck. That was a stupid question, wasn’t it? Ha ha…” he says, scratching his head some more. “Sorry for that.” There’s no way you’d walk all the way to the back of the arcade for a game if you didn’t know about it beforehand, he quickly realizes.

For some reason that was his tipping point that pushed him to abruptly take his leave, walking past you. But before he was out of hearing range, your mouth opened to answer his question.

“I used to play this a lot as a kid.” you throw a thumb back towards the machine.

At the sound of your voice, he ceases his movement and turns around once again.

“Y-Yeah?” the man smiles. “Same here. I used to play this shit all the time, actually! It’s my favorite a-arcade game.” he stutters and you wonder if it was because you were intimidating to him, but that wouldn’t be surprising. Many had told you they felt afraid of talking to you, because you came across as a bitch. Most of the time, it served you well.

Other times, not so much.

“Yeah.” you reply with a smile, “It’s my favorite too and honestly, I didn’t expect this tiny random arcade to even have a copy.”

He frowns at you as though you’d insulted his ancestors. “Huh? I-It’s not that small, man! They have plenty of games, I could show you!” arcade guy speaks up, if a little too loudly. “Ah! Fuck—I mean, if.. if you’d like. My name’s Iguchi.” he stumbles on his words, blushing.

“Okay, Iguchi,” you say, letting out a rare giggle. “Lead the way.” you cock a brow and his eyes go wide in shock. You had actually said yes to that word vomit and didn’t up and leave. Something that took you by surprise too, if you were honest with yourself.

But you rarely ever are.

Time passes by, as you guys proceed to spend the next few hours, showing each other ‘epic’ strategies and tricks for different machines, as well as taking mental notes of the games that looked interesting and you thought about trying to play again another time. You haven’t been in an arcade in a really long time, simply because you have a pretty good rig at home—and because you are a social recluse. The world’s biggest hermit as Taylor often refers to yourself.

You were genuinely having fun. Like tons of fun.

However, the clock was hitting two in the dead of night and you did have classes at nine tomorrow morning.

“Hey, dude?” you ask, slightly distracted by the co-op game you guys were playing for the past half hour.

“Yeah?” Iguchi replies, half-listening and struggling to keep up with you. He didn’t expect to be bested at one of his favorite games—or close to all of the games you guys have tried for that matter.

“Gotta bounce after this round.” you squint, trying to catch the last few aliens that were escaping your aim.

“Oh.” he freezes and his character idly walks into a wall, getting swarmed by aliens before it dies. “C-Can I...” he mumbles something.

“Hm?” you ask with an encouraging nod in his direction.

“Can I have your number? Or discord tag? Or e-mail or…or anything?” the purple haired boy asks using way too many words, but you didn’t mind.

“Sure, here,” you throw him your ancient phone for him to write his number. “I’ll text you when I’m home.”

It takes him a second to process it, glancing at your device after which he bursts out laughing, if a little too loudly. You cock a brow in response.

“Do they even manufacture these anymore?” he asks between his fits of odd giggles.

Your brows go down in a frown. “Hey, it can call, text and it plays music” you say, knowing Spotify did freeze half the fucking time. “It’s not that bad.” you roll your eyes, his contagious laughter infecting you and making you giggle as well.

“Sure, sure. Here, take it back before it falls apart in my hands and you ask me to buy you a new one. Pretty sure it’d cost me a fortune, since you own the last of its kind.” he says, his remark making you snort and you snatch your artifact from him, putting it back in your pocket.

“Whatever dude, catch you later.” you smile fondly, turning to leave.

“W-Will you text me back? I—uh…it’s gonna sound super lame, but I don’t often make friends and you were so much fun to play with.” he admits shyly. You found it slightly amusing that his appearance looked nothing like his shy personality was.

“Sure,” you lie. “I had hella fun too, man. See ya.” you wave at him, finally make your way home, a tinge of sadness oddly lingering in your heart.

This shit again.

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Class was almost full as usual and you took your seat in the back as usual. It’s Comp-Sci again and you half-wonder if that weird guy’s gonna show up today or if he was going to skip.

The two of you shared CS classes about twice a week, with you last seeing him on Monday, where you left him hanging. In your (totally unbiased) opinion the jerk deserved it, but if you thought about it really hard, you would admit that your antagonistic nature didn’t quite help the only few encounters you two had. Too bad that you didn’t generally think too hard.

Unless it was about video games—or money.

The bell rings, the professor enters the classroom and you realize you might not be seeing your creepy acquaintance today. A relief, honestly. You didn’t know how to deal with his weird mood-swings last time and you didn’t know if you wanted to deal with them this time.

But you’re never lucky as you see a pale, tall, lanky figure slouching amongst other students. You observed carefully and fortunately for you, he seemed to aim for an open front row seat—as far as possible from you. Your best guess was that he couldn’t stand sitting next to you again after the last interaction.

Good riddance, you think.

But you didn’t mean it.

And yet again, you’re never that fucking lucky, so after one of the students first gets startled by his mere presence and then denies him the seat (maybe in favor of their own friend coming in late), he begrudgingly makes his way to the last row. The asshole wouldn’t sit anywhere next to you this time, though, leaving a considerable gap of three whole open seats between the two of you, god forbid you infect him with something. You feel an indescribable feeling twisting in your gut and you roll your eyes.

Why the fuck do you feel like you did something wrong? You thought you’d buried these useless feelings all the way down, but apparently not.

Which prompts you to do something really stupid.

“Hey.” you whisper. Why? “Hey, dude.” you test his patience again, a little louder this time and he turns his head, glaring daggers at you. A look you seem to be getting a lot lately.

“The fuck you want, tramp? Buzz off before I break that stupid little face of yours.” he spits at you in a low, cold voice while tapping away at his phone. Alright, he definitely closed himself off after last time, lock and fucking key.

Scoffing, you reply with a “Whatever.”, and turn back to your seat with a scowl.

It makes him raise a brow that you don’t notice.

No witty come-back? No bite? No dumb threats?

His carmine eyes observe you carefully for just a second longer, like you were some anomaly—a glitch in the game, after which he ignores you completely for the rest of the class, the blatant gesture aggravating your already bad mood.

“For the next project, you’ll work in groups of four. I’ve uploaded the name lists and your project themes. Make sure to reach out and cooperate, team effort will be key here.” your professor spoke, gesturing at the class. “Deadline is in two weeks from now and tardiness will not be tolerated. All groups will get enough time to present in front of the class.” he clarifies, and then your class ends.

You don’t even bother to check the teacher’s briefing as you beeline for the exit.

For some reason, you feel kind of upset—no, really fucking upset at the earlier interaction, and you don’t understand why.

The universe, however, wouldn’t allow you to dwell on this feeling for much longer.

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #emotional hurt/comfort #shigaraki tomura #unhealthy relationships #dead dove do not eat #trigger warnings #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki fanfiction #shigaraki x you #tenko shimura #tomura shigaraki #college au #reader is female

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skelavender · 7 months

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mulder and scully’s wedding rings and scully in her wedding dress to celebrate their super platonic, just bros wedding in kind of perfect! read chapter 3 here, or below the cut!

Mulder is more excited then he’s let himself be since Scully proposed. He’s buzzing out of his skin, and hoping that it doesn’t show. He doesn’t want Scully to think he’s nervous.

“Are you nervous?” she asks from her seat in their office. They’re both still in their suits, acting as if it’s a normal workday, and not the fifth Wednesday since they got engaged. As if it’s not their wedding day.

“Hmm?”

“Are you nervous?” She repeats, “You’re all jittery. It’s not too late to call it off if you don't want to do it.”

“I do,” he says quickly, “I’m just finding it hard to focus. I mean, we’re getting married in less than an hour, Scully, don’t tell me your attention is entirely on that autopsy report.”

She smiles, “It’s not.” She closes the folder and puts it to the side. “Do you want to get going early?”

He rises, “Absolutely.” At the door, he offers her his elbow and she places her hand in the bend, familiar. “You ready for this, Mrs. Spooky?”

She gives a full laugh, “Yes, I am.”

They both grab garment bags from their cars and walk the three blocks to the courthouse. Mulder hadn’t mentioned anything about the tux, but Scully isn’t entirely surprised. He’s treated this with the same weight she is. It’s no small thing.

They change quickly in the public restrooms and meet back in the lobby. When they tell the clerk they are there for their civil ceremony appointment, she asked about their witness.

“Do we… need one?”

“I mean, technically someone here could do it? But people tend to prefer a friend or family member to sign their marriage licenses.”

Mulder and Scully share a look.

“Should we…” She starts.

“Probably.”

“I mean, he’s the only other one who is supposed to know.”

“I’ll call him.” He nods.

“It’s really no trouble for someone here–” the girl says, but Mulder cuts her off.

“It’s fine, as long as it’s okay for us to wait ten minutes?”

“Of course.” She says.

He and Scully step outside as he dials Skinner’s office.

“Skinner,” the man says when Mulder goes through.

“Sir, I need you to meet me and Agent Scully at the courthouse and to not ask questions.”

“Agent Mulder, I can not bail you out of jail.” Skinner replies immediately.

“Is that really your first thought?”

“With you? Yes.”

“Well neither off us have been arrested, we just… need a favor. It’ll only take half an hour.”

“And what’s the nature of this favor?”

“It’s… personal. Just a signature. Nothing big.”

Against his better judgment, Skinner agrees.

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Walter Skinner is not an idiot. He knows they're in love. He also knows that both of them are too damn stupid and too damn professional to do anything about it. He hears the whispers, knows that everyone else in violent crimes is so sure that they spend their days in the basement office in a haze of sex. But Skinner knows better. He sees the hesitance in Mulder's touches, as if he's afraid that the contact could be rejected at any moment. He sees how Scully soaks his touch in like she doesn’t know if or when she’ll get the next drop. He sees how they gaze at each other when the other is looking away. Or, sometimes, when they’re looking directly at them.

So, when he arrives at the courthouse to see Scully in a white dress and Mulder in a tux, he shouldn’t be surprised.

“What is this, Agents?” He asks, despite knowing exactly what it is.

“We’re getting married.” Scully says, “As a contingency. We need a witness, if you would be willing, sir.”

“A contingency? For what? Is there a threat you haven’t told me about?”

“A lot of things,” Scully says, “It started because of hospital visitations, medical decisions. The more we thought about it, the more sense it made.”

“You realize that if you’re in a relationship, you can’t be partners anymore?”

“We aren’t in a relationship, sir,” Mulder interjects, “It’s just paperwork. Less than changing wills, and next of kin, and power of attorney, and everything else.”

The look on Skinner’s face can only be described as long-suffering resignation. “You know what, sure.”

Scully looks mildly surprised and looks up at Mulder, “I thought that would take more convincing.”

“I don’t have the time or energy to ask all the questions I have, Agent Scully.”

***

Bartlett, as an officiant at the Moultrie Courthouse, has overseen many marriages. He loves his job. He loves seeing the looks people share when they bind themselves to their love. Loves seeing the happiness spread across their faces.

This couple is no different.

They walk in side by side, not touching, with their witness following close behind. Bartlett introduces himself by first name, and begins the ceremony when they confirm that they are ready. He says the same words he always does. They forego vows, saying that it would take too long.

He believes them. He’s seen couples take upwards of half an hour each. He saw them a couple months later for a divorce. Long vows do not a happy relationship make.

But these two aren’t like that. They’re the type he would imagine said everything they needed to in private, not wanting to spend anyone else’s time on it, or to let them see that intimacy. Where they hold hands, the woman’s pointer finger reaches out to play with the hair tie on the man’s wrist.

By the time they get to the important part, they haven't broken eye contact once.

Bartlett focuses on the woman, “Do you, Dana Scully, take Fox Mulder to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” She says, with a peaceful smile. She slips the ring onto Fox’s finger.

Bartlett turns to the man, “And do you, Fox Mulder, take Dana Scully to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” He replies, "All that and more." His voice is rough with withheld emotion. He places the ring on her finger in turn.

Bartlett smiles, and says his favorite line. “By the power vested in me by the city of DC, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

The man takes his now-wife in his arms and lays a kiss on her forehead. In comparison to other ceremonies Bartlett has performed, this is odd, but when he sees the smile on her face and the tears brimming her eyes when she looks up at him and kisses his cheek, any spot of concern is wiped from his mind.

These two really, really love each other.

***

After signing the final paperwork, the trio heads back to the Hoover building. Mulder and Scully have changed back into their work clothes, the sound of their half enthusiastic, half exasperated back-and-forth just as it usually is. Mulder’s looking into some possible sex demon in Nevada. Scully emphasizes that it’s in Vegas.

Skinner wouldn’t be able to tell it had ever happened, if it weren’t for the glow.

As they part ways in the lobby, Skinner turns to them. “Have a good day, Agents. And a word of advice? If you don’t want anyone to know, perhaps take the rings off in the building?”

As the elevator closes, the last thing Skinner sees of them is mutual surprise, and Scully quickly working the ring off her finger and opening her jacket to place it in the inside pocket, a spot he’s seen her pat absently the past couple months. He huffs a laugh once the doors close.

Mulder, slightly delayed, only starts to remove his ring when Skinner leaves his sights. Scully’s hand on his stops him just after it passes his first knuckle.

“If just one of us wears it for now, it’ll probably be safe. We could stagger it, no one will notice. If… you want to.”

Mulder meets her eyes. She just looks… vulnerable. As if giving him permission to publicly wear his promise to her would be a favor to her, and not one of his deepest desires.

He slips the ring back onto his finger. “I do.”

She smirks, “I’m getting the strangest sense of deja vu. Have you said that to me recently, Mulder?”

“You know, I think I might have.”

With poorly restrained smiles, they make their way back down to the basement.

***

A week passes, and every day Scully shows up to work with the ring burning a hole in her pocket. Mulder wears his proudly. When it catches the light, she looks at it with jealousy.

She’s terrified of it. Not being married to Mulder, there’s no part of her that could ever regret or fear that, but of being found out. Wearing rings is an unnecessary risk, one that could lead to an end of their formal partnership, but it’s one that would feel disingenuous not to take. She wants to wear his ring. She just wants to remain partners with him more.

Her fear comes true about a week into their marriage. She’s in the bathroom when Agent Driscoll approaches her as she’s washing her hands.

“So Agent Scully,” She says, “Your partner has been the talk of the office recently. He has a wedding ring now.”

Scully’s heart skips a beat. She schools her expression the same way she does when talking to a particularly skeevy suspect. Nothing can bother her.

“Yes he does, Agent Driscoll.”

“No one in the office seems to know anything. None of us were at the wedding. No one even knew he was seeing somebody.”

“Are you close enough to Agent Mulder to expect to be invited to his wedding?”

“Well, no.” She admits, “But you are. Were you there?”

Inside, Scully is screaming. Outside, she is fixing the swoop of her hair with a damp finger. She decides to tell the vaguest possible truth, “I was.”

“Well?”

She looks at Driscoll now, “Well what?”

“Who did he marry? Do you know her?”

“Yes, quite well.” Scully says. Better than anyone, as a matter of fact.

“Oh, come on, Scully. Spill. Everyone’s wondering.”

“My partner’s private life isn’t mine to discuss.” Scully clears a final nonexistent smudge of makeup from under eye. She sweeps out of the bathroom, managing to avoid any more of Agent Driscoll’s questions, and does her best not to sprint back to the basement office.

When she makes it back, she leans against the closed door and tilts her head to the ceiling, eyes closed, waiting for her heart to stop thumping in her ears.

“Scully, you alright?”

She opens her eyes and stares at the dimpled drop ceiling. “I just got cornered by Agent Driscoll in the bathroom.”

“About what?”

“You.”

His eyebrows shoot up, “Me?”

Scully pushes off the door and moves to lean against the edge of Mulder’s desk. ��You and your wife. People have noticed your ring.”

“My… oh. Shit.”

“Mhmm.” Scully agrees.

“Do you think I should stop wearing it?” His voice is small, soft.

“No. It’d be more suspicious to stop wearing it now. I’m just not sure when it’ll be safe for me to start wearing mine.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry.” She grabs his hand, runs her thumb along it. “I would if I could. It feels… unbalanced this way.”

“It’s alright, Scully.”

She disagrees.

***

When Mulder gets home that evening, he finds a large envelope with “Do Not Bend” crammed into his mailbox. In his apartment, he inspects the contents, and immediately calls Scully.

“Hello?”

“Scully, I need you to get over here.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I need you to make sure I’m not hallucinating.”

“I’m on my way.” The call clicks to a close.

She opens his door without knocking a mere 15 minutes later. When she steps in, she does so like she’s approaching a wild animal.

“Mulder?”

“Scully look at this,” he says from his spot at the table, “tell me this doesn’t say what I think it does.” He holds the paper out to her.

“Our marriage certificate? Mulder, we planned this in advance, you can’t act as if we did it while drunk in Vegas.”

“No, here.” He points to the line with the officiant’s signature. “Scully, tell me we weren’t married by a man named Bartlett Tiddlywinks.”

“Oh, my god.”

“Yeah.”

Their eyes meet, and they simultaneously burst into uncontrollable laughter.

***

The following Monday, Mulder jumps up from his desk as soon as Scully opens the door. “I have something for you.” He trips in his haste to round the desk and approach her.

“Good morning to you too, Mulder. I had a wonderful weekend, thank you for asking, quite relaxing.” She stops her ribbing when she sees his closed fist, fingers down, held out to drop something into her own hand. She places an open palm beneath his, and he drops a gold chain into it. When she picks it up, it’s long. Much longer than her usual necklace, or any others she owns.

“It’s for your ring.”

Scully’s eyes snap to Mulder’s. Her mouth forms a surprised O.

“I was thinking about it over the weekend, and it makes sense, doesn’t it? You can still wear it, but this way you don’t have to worry about taking it off for autopsies. It’s long enough that it’ll lay under your shirt, no one will notice.”

“Thank you, Mulder.” She says absently. He’s right, it does make absolute sense. She doesn’t know why she didn’t think of it earlier. “That’s… very thoughtful. Thank you.”

“Of course, Scully.” He rests his hand on her arm, and she places her own on top. She reaches into the inside pocket of her jacket and withdraws the ring from its usual home to place it on the chain.

It’s Mulder’s turn to be surprised, “I didn’t realize you had been carrying it around.”

“I kept the old one in me too, in case I… needed to use it. Unexpectedly.” She slips the ring into its new home and holds it out to him. “Help me put it on?” She requests, even though the chain is long enough for her to clasp before slipping it over her head. She wants him to place the ring where it’s going to stay, so sue her.

He takes the necklace and she turns around. He brushes her hair off her neck uselessly, and Scully does her best not to shiver at his light touch. He lifts the chain around her head and clasps it. When it’s on, the length of the chain places her wedding ring squarely between her breasts, in the perfect spot to hide from prying eyes. She turns back around to look up to Mulder, and leans into him for an embrace. He holds her tight, and presses a kiss into the top of her head.

The stress and fear of potentially being separated melts away from her in his arms. It’s her favorite form of peace.

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#the x files #txf fic #fall into place series #ltwrites #.png #LTW: kind of perfect

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ishipallthings · 11 months

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Cap-IM Rec Week 2023 (Wed)

Wonderous Wednesday, July 19 for @cap-ironman Rec Week!

Today I'm reccing some of my favorite AUs :D

Remember to show some love for your hard-working creators!

this is how you fall in love by complicationstoo @ifmywishescametrue

Steve wants to have sex at least once before he graduates from college. He’s twenty one, never really dated anyone, and doesn’t see the point in waiting any longer. He plans for just a simple one night stand with no strings attached, but his plan doesn't account for falling in love with Tony Stark.

make my wish come true by JehBeeEh @jehbeeeh

Steve Rogers and Tony Stark haven't seen each other since they left for college. When they're reunited in the same small town where they grew up, old feelings resurface that neither expected. Can they work together without letting their feelings get in the way. Or will they be left heartbroken when they both have to leave after the holidays? A story about going home, going for what you want, and delicious cookies.

santa, won't you bring me the one i really need by quidhitch @maangoes

Although Tony typically makes it a point to avoid anything that could be reasonably classified as Pepper-approved self-betterment, he will be making an exception this year in the form of a list of New Year’s Resolutions. —Well, not so much a list, exactly, it’s more like one very loud, very obvious, very critical proposition. He’s gonna write it down, put it on his calendar, say it to Jesus, and do whatever the fuck normal people do to make these things happen. In fact, even though they’re only halfway through December, it’s already emblazoned in his mind in big, flashing neon letters: STOP SLEEPING WITH EX-HUSBAND. This is possibly an inappropriate thought to have while said ex-husband is pushing him up against his apartment door and trying to get his hand down Tony’s pants, but Tony has admittedly never excelled at being appropriate.

Dedicated to You by mariana_oconnor @mariana-oconnor

Steve Rogers is happy with his life. He runs a small bookshop, has good friends, and he fervently believes that the printed page is not obsolete. He's not expecting Tony Stark, billionaire inventor of the best e-reader on the market and perennial prey of the gossip magazines, to walk through the door. His friends think he's crazy not to at least get the man's number, considering he's had a crush on Tony for years, but as luck would have it Steve might just get another chance. A Notting Hill AU.

stellar collision by Pandemic @eachxnn

He turns sixteen in front of his bathroom mirror with a chill across his skin, goosebumps on his arms, and a burn across his sternum. A wet laugh bubbles up from his mouth, too close to tears, as he watches avidly as ink pours across his skin. He thumbs the mark, presses into it, and gasps when he feels his stomach twist and a feeling he can’t shake that his soulmark is somewhere out there doing the same.

Place Your Bets by RurouniHime @thegertie

Steve Rogers may or may not have just picked up a prostitute. This may or may not be Tony Stark’s fault.

the road to hell by colourexplosion

in which no one has super powers and Steve is Tony's PA after Pepper gets promoted.

it's a small world after all by earliebirb @earliebirb

“Great speech.” Smiling at the compliment, Tony turns around. “Thank y—” And nearly drops his champagne flute. His world comes to a stop. They had only spent a night together, but Tony would recognize those baby blues anywhere. It’s Steve. Steve from Tony’s London business trip. Or, as Rhodey has become accustomed to calling him—The Soulmate That Got Away.

you'll remember me by Areiton @areiton

Tony closes his eyes and wonders, a brief sharp sting of pain, if Steve's watching tonight. If he still likes to drink his whiskey and coke and pick out winners before they are announced, if his eyes still light up when he watches a movie. Tony licks his lips and pushes the thought down away, where it can't hurt him, where it won't show on his face. Because he won't show it, not here, not where the entire world is watching. It's his. Just his.

Selvage by elwenyere @elwenyere

When a mysterious knight is wounded in battle while protecting King Anthony Stark, it's hard to tell who's more frustrated: the king, who has so far failed to discover any clues to the missing man's identity, or the king's personal attendant, Steven Rogers, who can't believe King Anthony took the field in the first place.

Ain't It A Shame, Too Bad? by Carsonian @carsonian

On his twenty-fourth birthday, Tony was saved from drowning by a man he has yet to find. In other news, Tony's fallen hard for the mute, scrawny blond that washed up on his kingdom's shoreline two-and-a-half days ago. These two things can't possibly be related, can they? (Spoiler(s): They're related.)

The Stark Who Loved Me by gonetoarcadia (fic), Girl_Back_There (art)

It’s 1814 and Captain Steven Rogers joined the army to provide for his adoptive sister Miss Jamie Rebecca “Becky” Barnes following the death of their parents. Although she’d prefer to run away to join the army too, instead she decides to do what will guarantee to bring him home and provide for both of them: marry. The Viscount Anthony Stark is a known Rake and prefers it that way, but he can feel the clock counting down until he needs to produce an heir to inherit everything. With the Stark estate in jeopardy, he’s running out of both time and options. If he has to, then who better than the diamond of the season, Miss Barnes? The only hitch: her overbearing, troublesome brother. Her extremely handsome, overbearing, troublesome brother. Nothing is simple in the game of courtship, especially when the most dangerous thing of all becomes involved: falling in love.

Hope you guys enjoy the recs, and stay tuned for more! Please mind the tags before reading. Check out my tag for previous years’ rec lists :)

#stevetony #stony #capimrecweek #superhusbands #steve x tony #my rec lists #fic rec #enjoy these aus!!

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WEDNESDAY SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT BC I JUST FINISHED:

-literally threw UP at every Male Love Interest Interaction, Enid making out with Ajax? Literally was enough to make me settle Wenclair as sunk LIKE IT WAS T H A T BAD AND IVE BEEN A HYPED WENCLAIR WARRIOR SINCE AUGUST

-THAT BEING SAID OH MY GOD WE WERE RIGHT WITH ENID TRANSFORMING AND PROTECTING WEDNESDAY LIKE A TOTAL BADASS

-Backtracking a lot,,, that wink Enid gave Wednesday in episode two made my heart ascend. So many Wenclair crumbs in ep 2

-I’m really glad Tyler was the killer bc it gave him some depth, like I kept hating him fer NOT GETTING THE HINT AND LEAVING WEDNESDAY ALONE but looking back his insistence on being close to her was more akin to manipulating her so he wont be suspected so im glad he got interesting near the end

-IM SO CURIOUS ON BIANCA’S BACKGROUND ARGAHRHH SEASON TWO TELLL MMEEE MOREEE I LOVE HER SO MUCH

-My heart broke when Eugene got attacked, even before Wednesday declared it I could tell she looked out after him bc he reminded her of Pugsley

-But when he expressed interest in Enid? Fucken Wednesday did not HESITATE to tell him his shot was less than one percent LIKE DAMNNN GIRLIE jealous much?

-“he breaks your heart, I’ll nail his” Wednesday ur so in love u dumbass, literally the first day u met this girl u supposedly hated u end up telling her your most vulnerable secret (crying for Nero)?

-Wednesday fell first, Enid fell harder Truthers rise UPPPP

-Enid walking out of the woods covered in blood and wounds from a super traumatic experience, first thing she asks is, “Where’s Wednesday?” Maam, are you aware how much she means to you?

-Talking to the taxidermed squirrel about how much you’ll miss it rather than directly speaking to Wednesday? Gay gay homosexual gay behavior

-Xavier,,,, no. You’re better than this, like cmon dude. Stop trying so fucken hard and take the hint, LIKE U DONT EVEN HAVE A GOOD REASON LIKE TYLER TO KEEP STICKINNG AROUND

-WHAT CHEMISTRY? WHERE?

-I demand more Yoko screentime.

-Still giggling on Enid wrecking Tyler’s Hyde ass in order to protect Wednesday like she fucken JUMPKICKED HIM and proceeded to maul him fer hurting her best friend totally

-Wenclair’s break up was so necessary tho like ARGH YES ENID STAND UP FER URSELF AND TELL WEDNESDAY SHE KEEPS FUCKING OVER UR BOUNDARIES

-I will give Xavier credit fer calling out Wednesday as toxic BUT he literally couldve stopped getting involved like WHY were u at the Gates Mansion that night its so,,,, weird

-Speaking of the Gates Mansion, LOVED Wednesday’s little stare when Enid busted the door open when Tyler couldnt, fucken gay gay homosexual gay

-Wednesday in general was so cute with her gift of the snood Enid made her, instead of outright speaking her mind that she dislikes the gift, she tries to compromise with a, “lets save this for a special occasion, like a funeral”

-Small moments where Wednesday is clearly softer fer Enid SUPREMACYYYY

-Another good example was even back in episode two where they ran with the flag together and Wednesday let Enid touch her and wrap an arm around her shoulders and shit as Enid cheered it was SO cute

-Wednesday’s bigass smile when Fester appeared??? I love Fester in general but ARGH I love their bond

-Also love Wednesday’s evolution with her relationship with Thing and his death scene??? Like Enid slayed with telling Wednesday to treat him better i swear Wenclair are just SO GOOD FER EACH OTHER

-SO MUCH MORE CHEMISTRY THAN THEIR MALE LOVE INTERESTS

-Enid’s parents weren’t exactly what we were expecting but they still sucked (yes by just standing there and letting his daughter constantly be shit on by her mom Enid’s dad still sucked a little) and I was a ‘Enid is an only child’ truther but slay guess she has brothers

-There’s SO MUCH to talk about bc this show had its ups and downs,,, but we all know the crowning moment of the show. The Hug™️. Jenna Ortega is praised fer her ability to convey so much emotion with her eyes, and GODDAMNIT THAT ENTIRE HUG SCENE WAS SO SOFT AND TENDER AND PERFECT IN EVERY ASPECT THAT BODY LANGUAGE FUCKEN KILLED ME ESP WITH WEDNESDAY’S WIDE EYED EXPRESSION FROM SHOCK TO TOTAL REALIZATION THAT SHE COULDVE LOST ENID AND IS CLINGING ON FER DEAR LIFE MY GOD I COULDNT HAVE IMAGINED A BETTER HUG SCENE

-The way Wednesday walks kinda pressed up to Enid as she talks about visiting her in San Fran,,, yeah your honor theyre in love and Hunter was right, we beed to fight fer Wenclair I DONT CARE ABOUT AJAX X ENID BEING CANON I DONT CARE ABOUT XAVIERS ASS WENCLAIR ALL THE WAYYY BABBYYY

#i will have a more coherent spoilers post later #but rn im just looping THAT scene over and over again #the music. god.#wenclair nation took some Ls but by GOD did we take some fat Ws too #still believe in #greek enid supremacy #the plot twist was a little easy to predict but I still adored it #wenclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #bianca barclay #tyler galpin #xavier thorpe #not gonna tag all of them so yeah #wenclair warriors rise up

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21. Sleeping’s so tough, you’re burnin up my mind

Masterlist - Previously - Next

Please note that some parts of this chapter below the cut might not be suitable for an underage audience. Thank you.

Chapter soundtrack: Chew on my heart - James Bay

Ethan expected a lot of things when arriving in the motorhome on Wednesday for a team meeting but not to be met with a young redhead, wearing the Maserati colors. She was rummaging through some boxes before letting out a happy cry and waving a belgian flag.

“Well… Hello there.” he said, a little awkward.

The girl turned to him quickly and noticed the blonde before starting to become as red as her hair.

“Oh my gosh, Ethan Verstappen! That’s such an honor to meet you!”

“Please don’t tell me you are one of those fans that manages to find a way to lose the security services because let me tell you that I’m going to call them now and you’ll be banned from the paddock.” He was so tired of those fangirls.

“No! Oh my gosh, I’m sorry, I should have introduced myself sooner. I’m Chloe Maes. Your new teammate.”

“How come? I thought Pete, our reserve driver, was going to take Harun’s place, not…”

“A girl?” she asked suspiciously.

“Oh no! I’m not that kind of asshole that thinks girls have no place in motorsport. I mean, look at Romy. She is one of the best out there and one of my closest friends. I’m all in for more females in motorsport.”

“I’m so happy to be able to race against her. She is an inspiration.”

She was so enthusiastic, Ethan couldn’t help but to find her really cute. And soon he found himself deep in conversation with her. Her happiness and love for the sport was contagious and Ethan couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed and smiled so hard.

“So that’s basically it. I was about to sign up for Maserati indy cars program when they contacted me asking if racing in F1 would interest me. Of course I said yes! I couldn’t pass on the opportunity. It’s F1!”

“Excuse me if it’s insensitive, but how old are you?”

“Just turned nineteen a few weeks ago. Why?”

“I see how the media are harsh with Romy and you are super young. Are you sure you are ready to handle it?”

“I might be young, but I’m tough. And I hope that my teammate can defend me.”

She nudges him in the shoulders before taking her phone to snap a selfie of her and him.

“So I can post something when Maserati will announce me as Harun’s replacement tomorrow.”

“I’m going to the restaurant tonight with friends, do you want to come? So you can meet them. Romy will be here.” he didn’t want her to feel rejected. He didn’t know her very well yet, but he really wanted to include her. He wanted her first experience of a F1 race to be unforgettable.

That’s how they arrived together at the restaurant, a little late as Chloe wanted to absolutely look her best to meet her idol. She was wearing an emerald green dress making her red hair pop. When they got out of the car and headed inside, they were laughing and Ethan was desperately trying to make sure the young girl was not falling as she was not really paying attention to her environment. Ethan had quickly picked up that she was clumsy but hoped that once in the car, she could actually focus. They were late and everybody was waiting for them. From the corner of his eyes he could see Julia looking at the girl with an interrogative look on her face. When finally they got to the table, Ethan introduced Chloe to everyone and she received a warm welcome.

“Oh my gosh! I love your dress!” exclaimed Romy, standing and making Chloe spin round.

“It’s a Dior dress but it’s vintage.” Chloe almost said it, ashamed.

“Oh, vintage Dior is my favorite thing on earth. We definitely should go shopping together!”

Everyone was happily talking to her but Julia who was exceptionally quiet since the beginning of dinner. She was sitting opposite to Ethan but kept on giving him furtive glances here and there and every time he was talking or laughing or telling a joke to Chloe that always managed to put a hand on his arm or shoulder. And Ethan didn’t seem to mind.

She knew she had no right to be jealous. Not after what she had put him through when she decided to go out with Martin. And they had agreed to keep their distances. And at this exact moment she hated it. She wanted to be the one making him laugh, having her hand on him. She wanted to be the one he kept looking at. As if Chloe was feeling Julia’s gaze on her she turned to her with her big brown eyes.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I know you.” the Belgian girl apologized .

“I’m Julia. Ethan’s girlfriend.” she said, a bit too coldly.

“Oh.. He didn’t tell me he had a girlfriend. But it's really nice to meet you! Are you working in F1?”

“I’m an engineer. I work for Skoda.”

“That’s so cool! I wanted to study to become one but then I started to get really nice opportunities in racing so…” she shrugged before reporting her attention on Romy to ask her more questions about her family.

She felt so ignored and transparent the whole evening that she didn’t even wait for the dessert. As soon as the waiter took back her plate, she left and excused herself.

“I’m feeling tired. I’m going to head back to the hotel. See you all around.”

“But Ju’, you didn’t even wait for the dessert! That’s your favorite part of going to eat somewhere.” whined Romy.

“Yeah, well not today. But I'm sure I won’t be missed, don't worry.” she grabbed her back and headed out.

She heard footsteps coming in her directions and soon a warm hand taking hers and pulling her backwards making her stumble.

“Joolsie, wait a moment.”

“I’m tired, Ethan. I want to go back to my room.”

“I’m taking you back, then.” he simply said heading to his car.

“Alone. I’m sure Miss Redhead is already searching for you.” she mumbled in a bitter tone.

“Oh, so this is what it’s about. You’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Yes, you are. And it’s cute. There is nothing wrong with admitting it.”

“I’m not jealous, I would have liked to be aware that someone else was coming, so I could have prepared. It threw me off of my feet. That’s it.”

“Yes, sure. If you want to call your jealousy like that, it’s fine. I just hope you know that you have nothing to fear. Chloe is fun and nice, and okay she is cute, but she is my teammate and I’m not one to mix business and pleasure. Especially not when I’m attracted to another girl that happens to stand right in front of me.”

“Don’t say that, please. It makes it even harder to see you around another girl.”

“So now you understand how I felt when you went out with Martin.” he whispered , getting closer to her.

His hand found her hips, pulling her to him. She didn’t try to resist and put her forehead against his chest.

“We said we would try to put some distance between us…” she muttered against his neck.

“We are stupid for doing that.” he sighed, his chin resting on the top of her head.

“Yes, we are. Remind me again, why?”

“Because giving in to what we are feeling would only create more problems and we have enough of them already.”

Julia let out a frustrated sigh before pulling away and went to order a taxi ride.

“I’m going back to the hotel as well, let’s go together.”

“But Chloe…”

“I’m sure Romy will be happy to drive her back.”

The ride back was in a comfortable silence. She only glanced at the driver from time to time and enjoyed the soft tune that was playing on the radio. Soon, they were back at the hotel and in front of her door. They awkwardly stood, Ethan with his hands deep in his pockets and Julia fidgeting with her bracelet, not really knowing what to do or what to say.

“So, I guess I see you around…” started Ethan.

“I guess, yeah. I hope you’ll have a nice race. Better than Japan. And I hope everything will go well with Chloe.”

He hummed but didn’t move as Julia was opening her door. As she was about to leave him, he made a step forward, coming behind her back. He could see her shiver and goosebumps erupting on the skin of her neck. If he focused he could even smell her perfume, a mix between lilac and vanilla.

“I don’t want to leave, Joolsie.” he confessed in a low voice that made her turn around.

She was so close, so tempting, so intoxicating. He could lean in, he wanted to lean in but knew he shouldn’t. Don’t make things weird, don’t make things complicated, don’t make that mistake. The little head in his voice was right. He didn’t know what he was feeling for her and it wouldn’t be fair to her to initiate something he knew wouldn’t lead anywhere. No matter how tempting it was.

Lean in, please, make a move because I’m not strong enough to do it on my own. That was the only thought Julia had in her mind. When did it start to be so complicated? When did she start to like him? When did her body start to beg for his arms around her waist? When did her heart start to beat faster when he was around? When did she start to feel more? More than what, she didn’t know yet. But she felt more. And she wanted more. And her soul was calling his more than what it was supposed to. More, more, more. Again, again, again.

“Stay.” she said in a breath.

“Julia…”

“You don’t want to leave. Then, stay. With me. Just for tonight. Because I’m not ready to put some distance between us. Not today, at least.”

“It’s a bad idea…” he tried to argue with her but he knew it wouldn’t be a fight he was going to win.

“I know it is. But today, I don’t want to have good ideas. I’m tired of being the good girl. I want to make a mistake, just today.”

So Ethan gave in and followed her inside. He watched her going to the bathroom and coming back a few minutes later in a shirt he knew very well and he couldn’t help the smirk on his face.

“So this is where my shirt went… I wondered about it.”

The shirt was barely covering the top of her thighs and for a moment he was curious to know if she had a short under it.

“I borrowed it to take a few pictures. It could always come handy one day.” she justified.

“Sure. Navy blue looks perfect on you, by the way.”

“I’m not sure. I think red suits me even better.” she teased him.

“It’s up to debate, I assure you.”

She looked at him as he was removing his shirt and pants, totally unbothered by her presence. He felt her gaze on him, analyzing his every move until he settled under the cover. She was still standing in the middle of the room, her legs crossed as if she didn’t know what to do.

“Do you want me to put some pillows between us?” he asked.

“No! I’m serious when I say that I don't want distance between us.”

She moved forward and joined him in the bed, putting her head on the pillow as he did the same and looked at him straight in his eyes. They were close but not close enough. So she moved her pillow near him and with an hesitant hand started to play with his silver necklace. Her hand was cold against his neck and even in the darkness he could see her eyes shining. His arms found her waist and he pulled her closer until her chest was against his. He heard her breath caught in her throat as one of her legs moved between his. It was his turn now to suppress a gasp. Her feet were cold and her legs as well but never had he felt so hot in his entire life. She was still playing with his necklace, a way for her to not overthink the situation. She didn’t even flinch when Ethan sneaked his hand under her shirt and started to draw some patterns on her hip, putting her resistance to the test. She didn’t move either when his forehead rested against hers and their noses bumped. She could feel his breath on her lips and she opened them a little. He wasn’t even sure she was aware of what she was doing and the effect it had on him. They stayed in that position for a while, without moving, calmly and hesitantly, exploring each other's bodies in the silence and peace of the night until one of them eventually fell asleep.

When she woke up the next morning, she was cold. And she was alone. The room was so empty that she could swear that it could have been a dream. But if she closed her eyes once again, she could still feel his hands on her naked skin and his breath on her face and suddenly she wasn’t cold anymore. As if they had a mind on their own, her hands started to play with the Maserati shirt and navigate the places where Ethan’s hands had stayed a few hours ago. She could still smell his scent on the pillow as she pressed it against her chest, feeling her nipples harden against the fabric of the shirt. She let out a sigh, imagining it was his chest she was still against and his hands on her skin. She could still feel his legs intertwined with hers as she was trying to create some kind of friction between hers, desperate to relieve the tension that she was feeling inside. Was she turning crazy? But if she did, it was an amazing kind of crazy.

Ethan was desperately trying to forget that the night ever happened. Waking up and untangling from her had been the hardest thing to do. The shower he took once back in his room had never been this cold but it didn’t appease the fire he had felt in him since the morning. Don’t think about it, Ethan. Don’t you dare thinking about how her pelvis was right against yours, creating an oh so devilishly amazing friction. Don’t think about how you had to stop your hips to buckle against hers, you are not an animal. Don’t think about how you could feel her breasts against your chest or the little sigh that left her lips when she was sleeping. Or even how sometimes she moaned in her sleep and how you wished to be the reason why she is letting these torturing sounds out her mouth. And her lips. They seemed oh so soft and plump and perfect. Just don’t think. Don’t let your mind go there.

He spent the day with an automatic mode activated. Nothing else than racing had to be in his mind. And that’s how he intended his weekend to go. Nothing else mattered other than the race and his needs to bring back some points back home after the last races that were not the best for him. That and the need to be ahead of his new teammate. And for that he had to avoid distractions. He had to avoid Julia. Distances needed to be set if he didn’t want to be driven completely crazy.

And it worked. A nice P7, a few good battles on the track and finishing ahead of Chloe that managed a nice P12 for her first Grand Prix, was all he needed to get his head back in the game. Back in the hospitality after his interviews he was welcomed by a red tornado that jumped in his arms, almost making him fall on his back.

“I did it! I did it, Ethan! P12, can you believe it? For my first race! And it felt so good on the track, the speed, playing with the limits! I want to go back! Like, now! Does it alway feel like that?”

“Yeah, congrats. Next time, try to be in the points.” he said with a little smile, telling her that he was joking.

“Next time not only will I be in the points but I will beat your ass! And it’s home. It’s Monza. It’s going to be fantastic! I’m so excited.”

“The team planned a few events that we will need to attend. Sponsors stuff, it’s going to be boring.” he warned her.

“It won’t be, I promise. Because you will be with me, and I’m far from being boring.”

“You are a little firecracker.” he teased her, ruffling her hair.

“And you have seen nothing yet.” she added, engulfing him in a hug.

He let his head rest on top of her and started to make her swing in his arms as she let out big laughs. They started to talk about the race and about the car as they were heading out, his arm around her shoulders as she was showing him pictures of fans on social media that already liked her.

“They even created fan accounts, Ethan! To support me! Should I follow them in return? I want to be nice.”

He was about to answer when a brunette with a white shirt appeared in his field of vision. She was looking at them and suddenly he felt way too conscious of his arm, nonchalantly draped over Chloe’s shoulders, of his smile that was hurting his cheeks and of how he slowed down to match her pace. He was about to let go of her when Julia disappeared as fast as she appeared. Everything in him was screaming to run to her and to reassure her but he knew that it would be pointless. And he knew about the space they wanted to give to each other. And he also knew that nothing would stop him to pin her against a wall or whatever would be around them to kiss her which would be bad, the word space blinking in his mind, as a reminder of the promise they made to each other. So he let her go, out of sight but not out of mind.

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. You have no right to cry. You have no right to get mad. You have no rights over him. You have no rights over his feelings. You have no rights over his life. She knew he told her that she had nothing to worry about, she knew she had to trust him. She could trust him. Never had he once proved to her that he was unreliable. But still, she hated the nagging feeling that was snaking around her throat.

And Chloe was cute, she was funny, she was outgoing, she was fierce that much she had noticed on the track, they were spending a lot of time together, they had the same passion, the same desire to win. Chloe didn’ care about what other people were thinking about her, She seemed confident. More than her who was still doubting herself and everyone all the time. And the way Chloe was looking at Ethan, she hated it. It was like he was holding the sky for her. She didn’t want to dislike the girl, especially because she seemed like a great person, but she hated how close she and Ethan looked.

“Julia? Are you crying?”

She turned around and noticed Martin, his race suit low on his hips. She looked away and tried to leave when she felt a hand on her shoulder and that was enough to make her break. She didn’t even resist when he pulled her against him, stroking her hair gently. He didn’t say anything, didn’t ask questions, didn’t try to make her talk. He just stayed there and let her cry on his shoulder. When she finally calmed down, he gave her his water bottle so she could drink and made her sit on the concrete.

“I’m sorry. I don’t even know why I’m crying.” she said, her voice soar.

“I’ve alway told you I’d be there for you, no matter what. That’s what I’m doing. You don’t have to explain.”

“I feel so stupid.” she confessed.

“You are allowed to no always be strong, Julia. You don’t have to be. It’s okay to show vulnerability. You are human.”

“I don’t want to look weak.”

“It doesn’t make you look weak. Do you want me to get someone for you? Ethan?”

“Absolutely not.” she said a little too quickly, something Martin noticed.

“Romy, then? Or your dad?”

“Can’t you… I mean can you just take me back to my hotel? If it’s not bothering you.”

“Of course I can.”

He handed a hand towards her that she took and, together, made their way to the parking lot, finding Martin’s Ferrari and making their way to the hotel. As she was about to leave, she turned to him and quickly gave him a peck on his cheek, thanking him once again. She saw the blush on his cheeks but didn’t say anything.

In the silence of her room, she finally had time to gather her thoughts. It had been three days since they had slept in the same bed but what she was feeling when thinking of the night felt like yesterday. She was down bad for him and it was frightening to see how fast it happened. She didn’t know what to do about her feelings and it seemed that the more she tried to escape them, the stronger they were becoming. The screen of her phone suddenly lit up and revealed an incoming call from her dad. It was weird. Never did he call her after a race. He always had various meetings with the team. She picked up.

“Dad?”

“Ju’, hey. I wanted to see you but you must have left fast after the race.

“Yeah… I wasn’t feeling well.” she replied not saying anything else. “You wanted to see me?”

“I wanted to ask you something. Well two things, to be honest. I talked with our technical team in Maranello about your ideas and they had time to go over them. They have brought a few modifications to them but I wanted to tell you that we are going to bring the new package you helped design to Buenos Aires in two months. That and other things. You don’t even know how much you helped Julia. You unlocked a whole new field of possibilities and ideas and the team really needed that. Which brings me to the first thing I wanted to ask you, would you be okay to help us working on other updates?”

She couldn’t believe her ears. It was too good to be true.

“You… Do you want me to work with you? Like officially?”

“Well not officially, you are under contract with Skoda but it’s a partner team that is using our engines so technically we are allowed to borrow their engineers. Or at least, I’m giving myself the right to borrow you. But see that as a work opportunity. I’m testing you. If you fit in well and if you show me what you’ve got, you have your place in the team for next year.”

She was about to cry. Again. Her dad was offering her the opportunity to access her dream. She took a deep breath.

“Okay. I’ll do it. You won’t regret it, I promise you.” she said with a determined voice.

“I’m sure I won’t. The second thing I wanted to talk to you about was about your mom. She is coming to Monza next week and you know how special this race is for us. For our family and for your mom and I. And I wanted to organize something, it’s been a while since I’ve been thinking about it and it’s the perfect time to do it. I’m going to ask you mom to marry me again.”

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dontknowmanijustworkhere · 9 months

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Summary: Wednesday puts her feet in Enid's lap whenever they're on the couch together. One day, she learns a hard lesson when she ignores Enid in favor of her novel

Note: I don't ship wenclair but I didn't think this (her putting her feet in Enid's lap) worked if they were friends so here's my one and only wenclair fic

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Wednesday rested her feet in Enid's lap once the blonde had sat down. It was habitual for her, a rare show of affection since Wednesday wasn't fond of it usually even if came from Enid.

Her feet were in socks as they usually were. Black and white ankle ones. She never walked around barefoot, for reasons unknown to Enid.

Enid looked away from her phone to look at Wednesday. "Did you hear that Kent broke up with his girlfriend?"

Wednesday made a non-committal noise.

"Wednesday," Enid whined. "This is, like, super sad. He and Jenny were together forever!"

Still, the young Addams ignored her, too engrossed in the novel she was reading.

"Are you ignoring me?" Enid's jaw dropped. Mischievously, she gripped one of Wednesday's feet by the ankle, lightly dragging her nails down the pale sole.

Wednesday reacted immediately. She jerked, the novel falling off to the floor. Her lips thinned out as she pressed them together so she wouldn't laugh.

That was totally not cool! Enid used her arm to hold the foot, bringing the tickling to an agonizingly slow pace.

"Aww," Enid smiled sweetly, seeing the absolute tortured look on Wednesday's face. "Are you ticklish, Wens?"

The Addams girl shook her head wildly.

"I think you areeeee," Enid sing-songed.

"Stop," Wednesday choked out.

"Stop?" Enid repeated, donning a rarely shown smirk. "But why would I do that if you're not ticklish?"

Wednesday couldn't answer. She couldn't risk opening her mouth and letting all the laughter out that desperately wanted to come spilling out.

"I think I need to get this pesky sock off," Enid rolled it up to reveal half of her bare foot.

The second the tips of her nails came brushing against the sensitive skin, Wednesday lost it. It was a thousand times worse without the protective layer of her sock. She was overcome with girlish giggles, throwing her head back and desperately trying to yank her foot away.

"Does that tickle?" Enid teased. "Or how about here? Or there?" When she got to Wednesday's toes, the girl really started to thrash.

"Ehehehenid!" Wednesday is barely able to speak through her laughter.

"Are you gonna ignore me?" Enid demanded, watching her flop around like a fish.

Wednesday would probably say yes or something snarky any other day, but the tickling was driving her out of her mind so she frantically nodded no.

And then just stopped.

Enid grinned as Wednesday panted heavily. "Sorry, Wens. You know I hate being ignored."

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crazyk-imagine · 1 year

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Hi can I request Xavier Thorpe x plus!size reader I was thinking the reader lost her twin brother because the Hyde killed him he was going for the reader but the readers brother had super speed and got hurt instead and the reader and Xavier are dating he notices she stays away from him so maybe in her dorm he is waiting for her because he needs to know why she is ignoring him she tells him how she feels and how much she misses her brother xavier tells her he loves her and that to never shut him out again and he will always be there for her (Maybe her brothers name could be Zach idk if you have a name for the reader’s brother please add it)

Goodbyes are Hard, Talking is Harder

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Plus!size!reader

Characters: Xavier Thorpe, Plus!size!reader, Twin brother Zach, Enid Sinclare, Wednesday Addams

Briefly mentioned: Rowen Laslow, Miss Weems, Tyler Galpin aka The Hyde, Enid's siblings

Warnings: Mentions of dead siblings, mentions of murder, self-sabotage, minor cursing

Word Count: 3,101

A/N: I liked the name and kept it. This takes place seven months before Wednesday's arrival up until her first day at the school

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“Should we even be out here?” You ask your brother.

He spins around you (using his super speed like always) and smiles, “yeah, why shouldn’t we? I mean, just because Miss Weems told us not to, doesn’t mean we shouldn’t not be able to do whatever we want, right?”

You stop, watching him with furrowed brows, waiting till he realizes your not beside him.

It takes a moment before he turns around… he’s bloody.

Your jaw drops, you try to scream but your voice is gone. You can’t do anything; you’re standing there frozen.

“Zach.” You blink once. Twice. ‘It’s bright.’ You push yourself up off the floor. You don’t remember when you made it down into the nightshade (“secret” society) meet room but apparently, at some point during the night, you did.

Zach’s laughter echoes off the walls.

Your head snaps over to the left of you, where one of the books falls to the ground. You assume you tried to put it back before it got too late and wound up taking a nap.

They always hated when you came in here during the night, using the moonlight to learn more about the nightshade's society.

You huff, pushing yourself off the ground, wincing at the slight pain in your knees.

Maybe you should ask for a roommate, someone to keep an eye on you so you stop waking up here.

You look around, checking to see if you left anything. Thankfully you didn’t.

You pull your phone out of your pocket and turn the flashlight on before exiting the room.

It’s later than you expected.

Hopefully no one's up to rat you out. It’s like everyone is Miss Weems's friend, ratting you out when you get to your dorm after curfew.

You shake your head.

So, what if it’s three in the morning, those damn vampires need to shut their mouths before something happens to them.

You open the door, slipping inside, locking the door behind you. You can’t sleep now, even if you wanted to. You flick your lamp light on and go to the chest at the end of Zach’s bed.

Even though the rule is to keep the boys and girls in separate dorms, everyone quickly learned it was better to keep you two together. There were less sleep “walking” moments from Zach and yourself when you two were together.

You shake your head, tears drip down the bridge of your nose and into the chest as you think about him.

Especially since the only reason he requested to be your roommate was because he was concerned about you.

Part of your window creeks as air comes in, flipping your music book.

“Even now, you know how to calm me down.”

He may have been the younger twin, but he took the role of a protective brother seriously. It used to annoy you but… if you’re being honest, you miss it.

‘Maybe that’s why I keep dreaming about him.’

You grab your violin and music book, crawling out the big window, needing to let out some steam.

A deep breath escapes you as you stand there, staring at your music book. You haven’t had the courage to play anything in the last seven months but tonight feels… different, maybe it’s because there’s someone new coming or the fact that you miss Xavier.

You still feel like shit with the way you’ve been acting; honestly you’re still surprised he hasn’t broken up with you with how little you’ve talked to him in the last few months.

He’s so… understanding and you think you’re so… broken.

You put your emotions into your music as you lift your chin to tuck your violin underneath and raise your bow.

You barely look at the sheet, already knowing what to play; his favorite, “Weight Of Living Pt. I” by Bastille.

You close your eyes, letting yourself feel the music.

You stare at his back.

He doesn’t notice and he’s still smiling.

You didn’t see it and stepped on a branch.

The lyrics run through your mind.

You turn around and see those demonic, wide eyes staring at you.

He calls out for you but you don’t hear him.

The sharp teeth and saliva dripping terrify you.

Your albatross. Let it go. Let it go.

You can’t move, no matter how much your brain was screaming at you to run, you didn’t.

Zach knew, he always did. He ran over to you, pushing you out of the way.

Your albatross.

He never stopped smiling, even at the end.

You scream, a wave of blue forcing the murderous monster away from you even though the damage was done.

“Keep playing for me.”

Your head drops down to listen to him. “What?”

He coughs, choking on his blood, the droplets of blood mixed oxygen staining your cheeks. “Keep playing. It… calms you.”

You hands shake as you jerk his shoulders, holding his head in your hands, whispering his name before dropping your forehead onto his.

It was hours before anyone found you two.

There was a werewolf protocol made after that night.

You were lucky it was the only non-wolfed out wolf who found you.

Enid stayed by your side as she sent her brothers back to the school to get Miss Weems.

“Zach.”

Your eyes snap open, you don’t feel your violin bow in your hand and lean against the cement railing, searching for it and find it on the ground.

Your head drops, feeling like you broke your promise to him.

Xavier turns his head away from his work and watches as you break down but doesn’t realize it.

He packs up his things and goes to pick it up, saving it to give to you later… if you ever respond to his texts.

Rumors of a new girl coming to school fly around wherever you turn which helps distract you even just the tiniest bit even though it hurts because his chair in his classes has barely been unoccupied and now, they- you sigh, grabbing your bag before walking out the door, not wanting to talk to anyone.

Xavier sighs, maybe he should plan something in the nightshade meeting room.

You’re always there nowadays, he’d get the chance to talk to you. Rowan pushes past him, almost like he’s following after you.

The artist furrows his brows, thinking of different ways he could talk to you’ he wants to figure out what’s going on in that brain of yours. He walks towards the wall he’s been working on and pulls out his paint brush.

The clacking of your shoes draws his attention away from it.

You glance over at him, pausing in the walkway before you turn left.

Enid leans closer to her roommate Wednesday, “that there is our resident tortured artist, Xavier Thorpe. And that girl there,” she points to you. “Is our resident depressed musician, who just so happens to be dating Xavier.”

Wednesday nods, not caring to know anything about the schools “it” couple. “Do you have a staring problem?”

“I’m sorry, I just- this is the most either one of them has ever interacted with one another since her twin brother died. It was really sad; she didn’t want to leave his side.”

“One of the students here died. How? Of boredom?”

Enid sucks in air through her teeth, “it’s been rumored that he brutally murdered. I mean- I can’t confirm but that’s what everyone has been saying.”

“A student was murdered. How odd.”

The wolf furrows her brows. “Odd?”

“I assumed everyone here would be on alert to protect the “outcasts” as you said and make sure no one dies. Have the people in town been investigated?”

Enid doesn’t feel comfortable talking about this and moves on, telling her new roommate about the other students.

You take a deep breath and walk towards him. “Xavier.”

He nearly melted on the spot; it’s been a while since he heard you say his name. “Hi,” he mumbles, still in shock to see you.

“Can we- are you free tonight?”

He pauses, not sure what to think. It’s different to hear that you want to see him when he’s been texting you, asking if he could come over for the last four months, just wanting to be in your presence. “I- uh- yeah. I’m- I’m free. Where do you want to meet?”

You shrug, staring down at your shoes.

“Let’s hangout in the art shed? You know, give us more privacy away from prying eyes.”

You nod and walk away.

He watches you until you enter the hallway you take for your next class. He returns to painting, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

He’s been waiting for over two hours in his art shed… you’re not coming. He sighs and closes his sketchbook, stopping to grab the violin bow before heading to your dorm room.

He sneaks in using the second key (that was supposed to go to your roommate, but you never got one [Zach never needed his since he was always with you]) and sits at your desk, waiting for you to return.

He doesn’t care how long it takes; he’s staying until he sees you step foot into this room.

You asking him to talk was a big step for you to take and he doesn’t want to scare you into not talking to him; he needs to make sure you’re okay.

You walk through the door, forgetting you were supposed to be somewhere.

The door closes and you freeze, blinking owlishly at your boyfriend. “Uh.”

“You weren’t at the shed, and I decided to come and find you.”

“Oh.”

“Why didn’t you come meet me at the shed when you asked me to stay there?”

You shrug, not in the mood to talk.

“What’s going on?” He asks, no longer in the mood to try and hide his true emotions.

“What do you mean?”

“You haven’t been acting the same since…”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Then why?”

“Why what?”

“Why won’t you talk to me?”

“What do I need to talk about?”

“Don’t do this.” He leans forward, tangling his hands in his hair.

“What are you talking about? Why are you making me sound like I’m the bad guy? I’ve done nothing wrong.”

“No,” his head snaps up. “That just it. You- you haven’t done anything wrong to anyone but yourself.”

You blink, confused by what he’s saying. “You lost me.”

“You’re letting yourself drown in your grief that you don’t even realize what anyone else is doing.”

“Maybe if I didn’t just lose my brother- my twin, quite literally the other half of me then maybe, I’d be fine.”

He shakes his head.

“Say it, Xavier. I want to hear you say it.”

“Say what? That I’m concerned about you because I am, more than I’ve ever been before.”

“No, you came here to break up with me.”

“I’m not- I’m not breaking up with you.”

“Why did you stutter?”

“Because my girlfriend is asking me weird questions, the kind I’ve never thought of and it's scaring me.” He pushes himself out of the noisiest chair ever and steps towards you, standing in front of you.

“I’m here to talk, not break up. I’m not going to let go of the best thing I’ve had in a long time because of something that hurt you. I’m here because I want you to know that you can talk to me, okay. I love you.”

He turns around, rifling through his bag, “I also brought this.” He holds your violin bow in front of you, wanting to return it to you.

“What,” you whisper.

“You dropped this when you were outside.

“No, you- you just said the- you love me? Even after all of my… distance?”

“I think it might be because of it.” He grabs your hands and pulls you closer, “I want you to know that if you want to talk or even if you can’t find the right words. I’ll be right here. I can just- you know, sit at your desk and work on my latest sketch.”

You owlishly blink, your mind taking a minute to fully comprehend his words before throwing yourself onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

You practically melt into his embrace when his arms wrap around your torso.

He rocks you from side to side when he feels his shoulder becoming wet and his clothes start clinging to him.

You think back to the last time you hugged him like this… it the was the day Zach died.

Xavier was so worried, he kept going on about this bad feeling he had throughout the night but neither of you thought anything of it.

This was a normal Wednesday thing for the iconic “twins” to do so, no one thought anything of it.

You and Zach always found a way to get Weems’ permission to go into town or “go to town” and actually walk around the woods because being at school can get pretty stuffy.

You’ve had dreams about this, Xavier telling you he has a bad feeling and plans on coming with you and then you turn around and both of them are dead.

He notices the way you tighten your grip on him, holding onto him like he’s a lifesaver you need or else you’ll drown in the dark sea of grief and despair.

The slight hiss he lets out tells you it’s time to ease up on your grip.

He opens his mouth to reassure you and tell you it's okay.

And then you put your forehead on his, not wanting to kiss him after barely beginning to compose yourself.

He doesn’t move, almost afraid that if he does (when you were the one to initiate such intimate contact with him) you’ll pull away.

You want to stay like this but remove your forehead from his and stay close to him, wiping your cheeks tired of the sticky wet aftermath.

You stare at Xavier and don’t realize a tear trickles down your cheek until you feel him wiping away the salty wetness. “Don’t do this again, okay? I don’t want you to pull away and stop talking to me.”

You lift your hand, biting at the skin beside your nail.

“I like when we’re together having conversations and I like it when we’re together especially when I have you watching me sketch you more wall décor.”

He grabs your hand, kissing your knuckles. “Don’t do that.” He glances down at your hands. “Have you been doing this for the past few months?”

You don’t respond as your head drops.

Xavier’s been so proud of the progress you’ve been making and now you feel like you’ve disappointed him. “We’re not going to do this anymore, okay?”

You nod, squeezing your eyes shut to keep your tears at bay.

“Come here,” he mutters, pulling you into his embrace, not caring if the chair creaks under him as he settles back onto it. “Do you want to see what I was working on while I was waiting for you?”

“Yeah.” You brush your hands against your cheeks, getting rid of your tears not wanting them to stain your cheeks.

He pulls out his sketchbook and goes to the middle of it, showing you the first picture of yourself.

He flips more pages, showing you doing various things, all of them being happy activities or things that make you happy and then you stumble across the one of two people hugging and the outfits look oddly... familiar.

A smile stretches across your lips, knowing that he’s showing you his sketchbook on purpose.

He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer having missed your touch after not being in contact with you in so long (he can’t help it). He flips what seems to be the last few pages he’s worked on somewhat recently and your breath catches in your throat.

You take a small step closer to the desk, your slightly shaky hand reaches for the page.

“It’s- I’m still working on it.” He scratches the back of his head.

You shake your head, “no, no. It’s good. I like it.”

He smiles, scooting forward on the chair, resting his head against your arm. “I was hoping you would like it,” he says, in a whisper. “I started working on it the day before... everything happened, and I stopped working on it after that. I forgot I had it in here until I heard you playing last night.”

“This is amazing.”

“You always say that.”

You spin around, giving him your full attention. “And, like I tell you, I always mean it but this- this one. I’ve never seen anyone be able to get the two of us looking so- so... innocent. I mean, we were just being ourselves and the funny part is that he was teasing me about you.”

Xavier lips tug upwards, knowing that minor detail. “Really?”

You nod, “yeah- wait. Why do you look like you already knew that?”

“We- uh- we planned on making this your birthday gift from the two of us. I was just sketching this one so I could make it into a painting.”

“I like this one more. It’s more honest and I can tell when you were getting frustrated when things weren’t going the way you wanted them to.” You trace over the marks on the side of the page.

“So, you like to watch me suffer?”

You gasp, furrowing your brows, “no!”

“I’m kidding.”

“You better be.”

Xavier flips to a new page wanting to capture your sleeping figure. Honestly, any excuse he can use to draw you, he’ll do it.

He smiles as he glances over at you again, seeing how peaceful you are.

His hand moves along the page, his mind not really focusing on what he’s doing because when he pulls back and really looks at it; he draws your sleeping figure but there’s someone in the... corner.

A strand of hair is moved out of your face.

He realizes he’s drawn your brother moving your hair and glances over in your direction.

You smile in your sleep and snuggle further into your blanket, he placed on you earlier.

You wake up earlier to Xavier hunched over in the chair, sleeping with his sketchbook open.

You remove it from under him before he could get anymore smudges on his sleeves.

You carefully close it with a new sense of happiness in your heart at the sight of you and Zach together… one last time.

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dove-caverne · 2 months

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Chapter 3 is out! Made this little art to go with it! The girl is based on the farmer girl in my story READ Chapter 3 and others on my page <3 I appreciate your support.

Original and other chapters on my Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/366629885/write/1437750358

Warning 18+ content and topics of abuse in the chapter to come!!!!!

SebxReader ElliottxReader

Chapter 3 - Battle of the Slimes

Wednesday, Spring 22

Spring flies by, and before you know it, summer is in less than a week. You have been so thankful for everyone in town who's helped you get your garden and farm back up and running after the big storm. Robin and Sebastian have gone above and beyond. He even went as far as to help build you that chicken coop with his mom at a discounted price. Things are feeling a lot better thanks to the kindness so many townsfolk have shown you. You are really feeling lucky to have ended up in a place where people are so considerate of each other, everyone in the big city couldn't care less of what happens to everyone else.

Sebastian has been around helping on the farm several times since the big storm. He is still fairly quiet and has been very focused on his work and helping you. You've had some nice encounters and continue chatting, but there has not been any one one-on-one time for you to get closer to him, you're starting to think maybe he's changed his mind or maybe the entire encounter was more just him being friendly...

BuzzBuzz

"Oh, it's Abby."

Abigail: "Hey girl! You will never believe it! Guess what?"

(Y/N): "Hey Abbs, no what? Tell me."

Abigail: "I asked Sebastian to hangout today and he actually said yes! Just the two of us at my place! Can you believe it, maybe he's finally going to give me a chance, I am so excited!."

(Y/N): Omg! Have fun! LMK how it goes!"

You glance over at Sebastian he's walking over to the coop carrying a heavy box of chicken feed for you as one of the finishing touches. This will be their last day here. You can't help but notice how fit his arms are, although he's fairly thin he clearly has toned muscles from all the work he does with his mom. You glance over at Robin also working hard hammering in the window frame. "I guess he's not that muscular" you giggle to yourself seeing how buff Robin's arms are... "So maybe he is into Abby now? Maybe that's why he's been a little awkward since the morning of the storm." you feel your stomach turn at the thought. "That's okay, I want them to be happy and they are clearly so similar they would be better together." you convince yourself, continuing your gardening.

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Seb's POV

BuzzBuzz

Abigail: "Good morning Seb, I know you're super busy but I got a new game and was hoping to get a player 2 to beat this level...and maybe some lunch."

"She's so persistent." He scoffs to himself. "Why not just go hang out with her and tell her the truth Sebby, you've been friends long enough she will understand, you can't just keep leading her on and ignoring her," Robin adds as she continues hammering. "Ugh," he signs. "Sebby, you will break her heart if you end up with someone else without any warning." "Fine" he replies sharply.

Sebastian: "Sure, what time?."

Abigail: "My place, how about 12:30 PM"

Sebastian: "ok"

2 hours later

"Hey, Mom I'm gonna go see Abby now and grab lunch." "Alright, see you at home after," she replies with a wave.

He sees you working hard clearing more weeds. "Lunch." he mouths to you almost as if he's trying to make sure you remember to stop for a break too. You smile and give him a wave as he walks off.

"Wait a sec, he usually goes home for lunch the other way... could he be going to see Abby already?" you think to yourself and let out a sigh.

....It was too long to upload it all please continue reading on Wattpad link above <33

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rphelperblog · 2 years

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Mean Girls Quote Rp Meme

inspired by the wonderful and talented @worldburnt

“On wednesday, we wear pink.”

"Whatever, I'm getting cheese fries."

"Get in loser, we're going shopping!"

"You wanna do something fun? Wanna go to Taco Bell?"

“The limit does not exist.”

“You can’t sit with us.”

"You could try Sears."

“She doesn’t even go here.”

“I'm not like a regular mom, I'm a cool mom!"

"I'm sorry that people are so jealous of me. But I can't help it that I'm popular."

"One time, she punched me in the face. It was awesome."

"It’s like I have ESPN or something!"

"I can't go out tonight. I'm sick."

"Your face smells like peppermint!"

"You smell like a baby prostitute."

“There’s a 30% chance that it’s already raining…

"Damn Africa, what happened?"

“Can I get you guys anything? Some snacks? A condom? Let me know! Oh, God love ya.”

"Grool. I meant to say great but then I started to say cool."

"It's not my fault you're, like, in love with me or something!"

"Is butter a carb?"

“Oh, I love seeing teachers outside of school. It’s like seeing a dog walk on its hind legs.”

I don’t hate you cuz yo’ fat… yo’ fat cuz I hate you!”

“Did you have an awesome time? Did you drink awesome shooters, listen to awesome music, and then just sit around and soak up each other’s awesomeness?”

"Would you like us to assign someone to butter your muffin?"

"So, you've actually never been to a real school before? Shut up! Shut up!"

“You can only wear your hair in a ponytail once a week. So I guess you chose today.”

"Ex-boyfriends are off-limits to friends. That's just, like, the rules of feminism."

"I want my pink shirt back!"

"There are two kinds of evil people in this world. Those who do evil stuff and those who see evil stuff being done and don't try to stop it."

"Oh my God, Danny DeVito, I love your work!"

"But you're, like, really pretty… So you agree? You think you're really pretty?"

I love her; she’s like a martian!”

“I will keep you here all night.”

"That's why her hair is so big. It's full of secrets."

“Make sure you check out her mom’s boob job. They’re hard as rocks!”

“I can’t go to Taco Bell. I’m on an all-carb diet. “

“I don’t know why. It’s probably because I have a big, fat LESBIAN crush on you. Suck on that! Aye aye aye!”

"Made out with a hot dog? Oh my god that was one time!"

"In the real world, Halloween is when kids dress up and beg for candy. But in girl world, Halloween is the one time of year a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girl can say anything about it."

"Don't have sex. Because you will get pregnant, and die. Don't have sex in the missionary position, don't have sex standing up, just...don't do it. Promise?"

“Somebody wrote in that book that I’m lying about being a virgin, ’cause I use super-jumbo tampons, but I can’t help it if I’ve got a heavy flow and a wide-set vagina!”

"Did you see a nipple? It only counts if you saw a nipple."

"I don't know, I mean, she's so weird, she just, you know, came up to me and started talking to me about crack."

"That is the ugliest effing skirt I've ever seen."

"I know I may seem like I was being a bitch, but that's only because I was acting like a bitch."

"Boo, you whore."

“I have really bad breath in the morning.”

"Damn. I'd rather see you out there shakin' that thang."

"I wish we could all get along like we used to in middle school. I wish I could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat and be happy."

“I used to think there was just fat and skinny. But apparently there’s lots of things that can be wrong on your body.”

“I hear she does car commercials…in Japan.”

“I know she’s kind of socially retarded and weird, but she’s my friend… so, just promise me you won’t make fun of her!”

“At your age, you’re going to have a lot of urges. You’re going to want to take off your clothes and touch each other. But if you do touch each other, you will get chlamydia… and die.”

“So that’s against the rules, and you can’t sit with us.”

“I’m sorry I called you a gap-toothed bitch. It’s not your fault you’re so gap-toothed.”

Because that vest was disgusting!”

Then it’s settled, so you can go shave your back now.”

“And on the third day, God created the Remington bolt-action rifle, so that Man could fight the dinosaurs. And the homosexuals.”

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Vinny roommate Imagine for @atreyuinthemidle2

Warnings: none, super fluffy

I thought this gif was cute so I included it 🥰🥰

Not my favorite thing I’ve written but I won’t lie, I struggled with where I wanted to take this and got off on a tangent about my current work struggles half way into it so y/n is a 2 year old day care teacher like I am 🤣. I also wrote half of this in the truck on our 6 hour drive to the hotel so it may be a little iffy.

Hopefully it isn’t as awful as I feel like it is but if you don’t like it I’ll try working on it so it’s more so what you want, promise!

Word count: 3420.

Wednesday

“Hey y/n, now that you are home from work do you wat to jump on and play with me?” Your roommate Vinny asked you as you walked into the living room while he is currently playing the xbox.

“I have a lot of cutting to get done for my hallway bulletin board at work, but I can sit out here and keep you company while I do it if you’d like?” You respond.

You smile at him while setting your bag down and going to get an extra pair of scissors. You know he is going to wind up helping you cut everything out, he always does. Honestly you are lucky to have him as a roommate, you had a mutual friend recommend you to him when he was looking for a roommate and you decided to go for it. The two of you work out really well as roommates, and have become really close. You don’t really fight and if you are both home you spend quite a bit of time together, this last year has been great. And half the time he is on tour regardless so then you basically live alone, and he gets someone to watch his house while he is away so it is a win-win.

“What is your new theme this time?” Vinny asks you without once looking up from his game.

You sit down and start cutting before responding, “Spyto the Dragon. The quote is Dragon our feet into fall. It’s going to replace my Super Mario board.”

“I doubt your 2 year olds are going to know Spyro,” he responds giving you a playful nudge to the shoulder.

“Probably not but they will recognize that it is a dragon. Plus I am running out of video game ideas but everyone expects that board to be a video game of some kind now because the last 3 have been video games.” You roll you eyes as you get to work cutting things out.

“Just give me a damn pair of scissors so I can help you get done faster and then kick your ass at Rust that much quicker,” he sighs putting the controller down on the arm of the couch next to him.

You smirk and grab the extra pair you already had ready for this to happen. He always winds up helping you with it one way or another when he is home. You figure that is what he gets for accepting a lead daycare teacher for a roommate.

“You look pretty relaxed today, your crazy child must have been gone today? I don’t remember the last time you’ve seemed this happy after work in awhile,” Vinny says as he starts cutting out your letters for you.

“No he was there, he was so bad that he was sent home by 10 this morning. He pushed my toy shelves over ripped things off the walls, bit me hard enough to draw blood and kept beating the shit out of the kids. His grandma was pissed about coming to get him but he needed to go as bad as he was today. The rest of the day was good after he left and I was able to actually interact with the other kids.” You grimace thinking about the bite mark on your hand, not really wanting to remember what was going on.

“Why has he still not been kicked out? I don’t get why they keep allowing this to happen. Anyways, I was just curious because you seem so relaxed.” he glances up at you, trying to see where your mood is before speaking again. “So remember that girl I told you about, Hannah? She asked me on a date for Friday a little bit ago.”

You pause what you are doing for a second, you were not prepared for what he just said in the slightest.

“I didn’t realize that you two were getting that close already, what do you think you are going to do on your date?” you ask, not wanting to seem rude or upset.

“Just out for dinner from the sounds of it. I don’t honestly see this getting serious but I don’t know. It doesn’t hurt to try and see where it goes,” he says to you.

“You could have almost any woman you could want and you are going to go on a date with one that you don’t see yourself staying with? I don’t understand your logic at all,” you question him.

“I could see myself with her just don’t know if it would be long term because I keep getting hot and cold vibes from her.” he rolls his eyes at you.

You decide it is just best to drop the subject, pushing the subject too much is going to upset both you and him and ruin your night. Plus if you push things too far he might figure out your feelings, and the last thing you need is for him to know is that you’ve genuinely developed strong feelings for him and make him feel awkward. Its quiet for a minute while you both try to decide what to say.

Vinny chooses to break the silence, “ What about you, isn’t it time for you to start looking again now that you are settled in here with you job and everything? Have you met someone?”

You immediately panic and find yourself flushing at his words, the blush on you cheeks getting intense as you figure out what to say. How the hell do you answer without making it obvious? Vinny looks up at you and smirks when he sees the blush growing.

“You must have someone you like, your blush gave you away!” He says with a laugh, teasing you. “I’ve told you about Hannah, tell me about him what is he like?”

“You sound like a teenage girl right now. There isn’t anything to tell you, I like him and he sadly isn’t interested in me. But I don’t expect someone like him to want to be with someone like me,” you say with a shrug. “I’m not exactly the most beautiful girly girl that fit his type.”

You try hard not to let your insecurities start to eat you alive as you finish cutting the last gem you had to finish.

“Then you should find someone else, don’t dwell on what isn’t there.” Vinny quickly says throwing you a smile. If only he knew….

You both continue to talk as you finish cutting things out, when you finish he hands you a controller and you join in, playing with him for about an hour before you excuse yourself to take a shower and go to bed.

Friday Night

“Hey, I am heading out just to let you know,” Vinny peeks his head in your bedroom door before quick.

“Have a good night, text me if you need something,” you respond with a smile, glancing up from your laptop.

The second you hear the front door open you close your laptop and make your way to the living room, getting ready to order take out. Truthfully you didn’t have anything to work on like you told Vin, you just didn’t want to help him get ready for a date with someone else. You would if he desperately asked you to do so but you weren’t going to go out of your way to when it hurt you inside to watch him do so. Maybe that was selfish of you to not help him but you need to take care of your own feeling too.

You turn on the tv and set it to a show you’ve been wanting to watch on netflix for awhile and wait for your food to arrive, all you do is sit there and binge watch this show. It was a lot better than you expected.

You hear the front door open a couple hours later and Vinny walks in with who you’re assuming is Hannah, both of them laughing at something someone said.

You try to not think about that and continue watching your show until they join you in the living room.

“Hey y/n, this is Hannah, Hannah this is my roommate.” Vinny says as they both take a seat on the couch across from your recliner that you are in. You pause the tv so as not to be rude before smiling at Hannah.

“Hello Hannah,” you look up and almost wish you didn’t. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too y/n.” She says returning a smile.

You can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy in your stomach at the sight of them holding hands, both of them looking content with eachothers company. You also would be lying if you tried to say you aren’t jealous at how beautiful she is, you can absolutely understand why he would be interested in her.

All of you make small talk before you excuse yourself and go to your room, not really wanting to watch the two of them continue to be cuddly and cute together on the couch. Slowly retreating to your room you sit down on your bed with a sign, putting some music on to drown out the giggles coming from the other room. You lie in bed getting upset at your thoughts, that won’t leave despite how much you wish they could. That night you didn’t sleep because your thoughts of Vinny wouldn’t leave.

A Month Later

You have been stressed out about one of your kids at work as well as keeping up on everything you need to get done, and truthfully have been avoiding Vinny quite a bit because it seems he is always with Hannah or talking about her and you just can’t handle that on top of your work stress.

Everyone has been able to tell something is going on with you, but nobody has confronted you and asked about it. Honestly, you are disappointed that even Vin, who is one of your best friends hasn’t been checking on you to see what is wrong, but you suppose he is too busy with his new girlfriend.

You just wish someone would care enough to worry about you other than your boss, who is only asking because your funk is starting to affect your work a little bit. You actually just got out of a meeting with her where she asked if you were doing alright and that led to you crying in her office, but letting her know it is all personal things going on and that you are working on dealing with everything that is happening and are trying to keep doing your best for the kids.

Walking into your house you mentally groan when you notice Hannah sitting on the couch but you give her a small smile to be polite.

“Hi Hannah,” you say while taking your shoes off by the door.

“Hey y/n.” she looks up at you. “Have you been crying, are you okay?”

You curse yourself for being unable to hide your emotions from anyone, you have never been good at it.

“Yeah I am fine, just have a lot going on is all,” you respond.

“Do you want to talk, Vinny ran to the store and is going to be gone for awhile, we can have girl talk. I know sometime that is all you need, to vent to another woman about whatever is going on,” she says softly.

This is a prime example of why you hate that she is with Vinny, she is so nice that you almost hate yourself for not liking her. Why couldn’t he have chosen someone that is awful, that you have a reason to hate.

“Oh you don’t need to hear about my guy drama,” you say brushing it off.

“Nonsense, come and talk to me. I will gladly listen,” she says. “I would like for us to be friends, considering you are close to Vinny.”

You can’t bring yourself to turn her down again when she looks so happy to be talking to you. You sit down on the couch next to her, avoiding her gaze.

“So what is going on, I have been able to tell lately that something is bothering you. Vinny notices it too you know, he says you’ve been hiding in your room a lot lately.” she says to you.

“I mean for starters work has been crazy, we are so understaffed that I am getting stuck working crazy hours. And my naughty child is a lot worse lately, his mom has come back in the picture and its causing him to act out. I really want to help this child and I finally had 2 weeks where I got him calmed down and doing good and then the last 2 he has been absolutely insane again, I hate asking for help but I have had to ask people to come in and work with him and help me learn to work with him, which makes me feel awful.” you say with a sigh. Work has been stressful for you lately, that is part of why it does kill you to avoid Vinny, you can’t destress by playing video game and the like with him anymore.

“And you mentioned boy problems? So you are struggling with a guy on top of work being crazy? No wonder you are struggling, you have a lot going on.” she says, pulling you into a hug which catches you off guard.

This act makes you start to cry slightly, before you continue talking.

“Yes, I have a pretty heavy crush on this guy and he doesn’t even notice me at all. We we’re pretty close but anymore its like I don’t matter anymore. I just wish I was enough, that maybe I could make him happy but I’m not.” you can’t help but let the tears fall at this point, hoping to god that she didn’t realize who you were talking about.

“I promise you that you are good enough for him, you may feel like he doesn;t notice you but he does to the point his girlfriend actually was planning to break up with him tonight because she’s pretty sure he is in love with you,” she says, before starting to cry herself. “Yes, I know Vinny is why you are this way. And trust me, I am pretty sure he feels the same for you but doesn’t realize that he does yet. He has been absolutely worried about you lately and only seems to care about what is going on with you, believe it or not. I finally told myself it is not fair to let myself continue to fall for him when I know deep down that I am not who he wants, but please don’t feel like its your fault. I actually would enjoy being friends with you after everything, maybe not right away but…” she trails off.

You both sit there, awkwardly, and unsure what to say next when Vinny comes back and notices both of you crying. You just kind of look up, before thanking Hannah and telling her she is always welcome to message you when she needs to talk before retreating to your bedroom, trying your hardest to hear what is going on out in the living room.

You can’t help but listen in to the conversation that is going on between both of them through your door.

“Is everything okay? I didn’t expect to come back to both of you crying,” you hear Vinny say softly, probably trying to hug her.

“Honestly, no. Vinny I think we need to break up.” Hannah says.

“What, why? Did y/n say something is that why you were both crying?” he asks her.

“Vinny, I am not stupid at all. I can tell that you are in love with her, not with me. And she loves you, she all but admitted directly that tonight to me. She didn’t say it but I can tell, and I think that is why she is avoiding you. Vinny, you aren’t ever going to be mine. Even if you don’t want to admit it the two of you need to be together not us. I can’t keep lying to myself anymore and pretending that you want me,” she says. “Don’t be mad at y/n, she isn’t what caused me to decide this, I have been thinking about this for a week or so now.”

You hear footsteps and then the front door closing, so you doubt that she is here anymore. You feel guilty that she broke up with him, you genuinely feel like it is your fault. You move yourself to your bed and lay down, letting your tears flow. You are just so stressed out and don’t know what to do anymore, giving up and wanting to go to bed.

You hear a soft knock on your door before it opens, you don’t even look up because you know that it is Vinny who walked in. You feel your bed shift, knowing that he sat down on your bed next to you. A soft hand rests on your back, rubbing it softly.

“I really fucked up didn’t I? I hurt two really awesome girls because I was trying to avoid my feelings,” he says softly. “But I didn’t realize just how much you meant to me until I was trying to force myself to have those feelings towards her, but I just couldn’t.”

You roll over so that you are facing him, laying your head on his lap, still not looking at him. He reaches down and brushes your tears from your cheeks.

“No matter how hard I tried not to love you like that I couldn’t stop. When you started pushing me away it hurt me a lot more than what you realized. Unfortunately Hannah could tell, and she wound up hurt in the process. I never realized that in the process that I hurt you too.” he says looking down at you.

“I never told you, so I can’t blame you at all for wanting someone else. I thought that you guys were serious and it really hurt me, but I didn’t want to be the reason you two didn’t work out, so I felt like I couldn’t tell you what was wrong and that I needed to distance you so that she wouldn’t question anything, but I guess she still figured out that I love you. And Vinny, I do love you and I wish I didn’t. I don’t want to make things weird between us. And I am sorry that Hannah found out and that is why she broke up with you.” you say, avoiding his gaze.

“Did you not just listen to what I said? I said that I loved you and couldn’t make myself stop. That is why she left me, because she knew that I did, not because of you so don’t allow yourself to feel guilty because of that.” he says, grabbing your chin and making you look up at him.

Neither of you knew what to say next, now that everything is out in the open. Both of you made eye contact and stayed still, not sure what you should do now that everything is out in the open.

“So would you like to get dressed and go out to dinner? Have our first date of hopefully many?” Vinny asks trailing off, sounding hopeful.

“I would love that,” you answer. “But not tonight, I think I would just like to lay here and enjoy the moment.”

He nods at you, him moving to lay down with you, playing with your hair while you rest your head on his chest. “Hey y/n thank you for giving me a chance, sorry it took me getting a girlfriend for us to find out we both loved eachother.”

“Eh, it’ll be a fun story to tell people later on, and I expect you to make it up to me,” you say winking at him. “And I don’t think that I am the one you need to apologize to.”

“I already messaged her apologizing for everything before I came in here,” he tells you.

Both of you stay like that, content with the closeness that you both are currently having. Unsure of what exactly what going to happen between both of you, but happy to be getting a chance to figure out where it will lead.

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zmediaoutlet · 1 year

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happy wincest wednesday z! if sam and dean were dropped into ff7, which characters do you think they would get along with or not get along with?

happy wincest wednesday eve -- ty for indulging me both on doing the wincest wednesday thing and also for this hilarious crossover, lol. Talk about tones that do not mesh.

Which obv makes it better, haha. Like Dean would be just straight-up heckling Sephiroth and it would be DESERVED. Who's that portentous. Jesus. I guess in the same way that when they got dropped into Scooby Doo and suddenly could do scrambling cartoon runs and whatnot, tho, if they were dropped in FFVII they should also gain the equivalent of video game protagonist powers (and possibly hair -- Sam's suddenly even more shaggy and shiny, god help us). Dean doing weird gun kata shit bc that's just how it'd be in Midgar for him -- yeah, why not!

Things I believe to be true:

Dean and Barret would initially not get along at ALL and then Dean would be extremely gentlemanly and kind to Marlene (because he has another kind of superpowers) and then Barret would be like. Okay. We are now best friends. They could get drunk and yell at corporate sloganeering together.

Dean obviously hits on Tifa but it's just in like a friendly 'we are both super hot and there are rules here' way. She is sweet and rolls her eyes about it and then they're actually pretty platonic. Plus Dean respects a bartender, especially one who could decapitate you with a kick.

Sam initially thought he could hang with Vincent just for the quiet vibes, and also the 'hey, do you feel like your girlfriend got killed and there's something monstrous inside you' element, but... it turns out you can have too much in common with someone, and like, how do you even talk about that. He ends up getting along more with Cid. Sure, Cid's a dick and brash and drinks too much, but he's actually very sweet on the inside, and Sam's like 'wow, it's like Bobby's 30 years younger and feels strongly about tea.' (Dean and Cid argue about mechanic details and Dean's offended that he's not allowed to fly the Highwind. Sam hears the bitching about each other from both sides.)

They both can't stand Yuffie. Sam tries, but... fuck.

Aerith is obviously nice to them both, and flirts with them both in her sunny easy way, but there's a little wall there -- Aerith, angel-like, has this element to her that they can't touch, and she recognizes them both as touched by destiny too, and it's just... Sam says to Dean, one night, that she reminds him of Anna, and Dean agrees. (Although he doesn't have last night on earth sex with Aerith.) ((Aerith is out in a meadow one day when Sam goes for a walk, and she vaguely implies that she knows Sam and Dean are soulmates and that that must be nice, and Sam doesn't exactly know what to say because she seems so sad about it. But he carries the basket of herbs she picked, and helps her over the little river so she doesn't get her boots wet, and she smiles at him grateful and knowing and then sends him back to his brother.))

Cloud: neither of them know what to do with this fuckin guy. They don't respond well to Cool Loner Types. Plus Dean recognizes crazy when he sees it, and nudges Sam hard the first time Cloud has one of his Little Moments and Sam's like, ow, yes, I see it too. Still, after the whole... psychotic break thing (and after Aerith dies) I feel like they'd each be able to handle part of it -- Dean being apparently-callous 'let's deal with the logistics and problems in front of us' support; Sam being like, hey, if you want to talk about hallucinating your worst enemy I Am Your Guy. They would both also have a lot of sympathy for the, you know, mother dying in a fire set by the devil part.

Red XIII: Dean: "Holy shit, dude. They got their own Scooby Doo." Sam: "I'm pretty sure that's... really offensive. He's like... a member of an indigenous tribe or something, Dean." Dean: "Sam, he is a talking dog." Sam: "...Yeah, he is. But if you offer him a Scooby Snack I will not mop you up when he kills you."

#happy wincest wednesday #answers #oh shit i missed cait sith #well #neither of them know what the fuck to do with cait sith either #dean uses the mog doll as a pillow #sam's just continually confused about where tf the scottish accent came from #when they find out it's reeve piloting the doll from afar #their confusion is not abated

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Pairing: Bokuto x Fem!Reader

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BOKUTO’S P.O.V.

FRIDAY

The next morning when I wake up there is still no news about my grandpa. The hospital hasn’t called so he isn’t allowed to go home yet. As I lay awake on the wall-side of my bed, in the empty house, I gaze up at the ceiling and try to figure it out. It just doesn’t make sense. They said he was fine, they just needed to run a few more quick tests before he left. He should be coming home today. If not today, then tomorrow.

But today passes by quickly. I leave my phone turned on and in my pocket all day, but there is no call. Around dinner time I start to get even more stressed worrying about grandpa and simultaneously taking care of the diner.

However, the last straw is when I see Y/N and Kuroo walk in and sit down at the same goddamn booth as always.

I watch as he walks her over, his hand on her lower back as he says “after you”, the smile on her lips when she replies “thanks”, and the laugh they share when they take their seats.

It’s so weird, seeing the two of them together that way. I never knew Kuroo had feelings for Y/N before now.

I try my best to tune them out, but it’s just so hard when I’m passing by and handing meals to other customers. At one point, while I’m gently placing a table’s plates down, I watch Kuroo lean closer to Y/N from the corner of my eye. He whispers “I heard that Bo went home with some girl last night.”

“No way, seriously?” Y/N replies, completely in shock.

How the hell did he know that? I think to myself. I left before they did.

“He looked super drunk last night. Hope he’s alright living alone,” Y/N then tells Kuroo.

“Except he wasn’t alone last night,” Kuroo teases.

“Ugh, gross,” Y/N rolls her eyes. “You know what I’m talking about. He’s been alone for a while now.”

“He’s got your parents right next door. He works here. He sees you and Al and Marlene and Akaashi. He’s fine,” Kuroo tries to reassure Y/N.

“Excuse me!” the woman at the table in front of me waves her hand in front of my face. “Are you listening?”

“Uh, yes. I’m sorry,” I shake my head as I bring myself back to my job. “What were you saying?”

“Mayo,” she replies as though she’s already said it a dozen times.

“And ketchup!” her friend chimes in.

“Right. I’ll be back in a second,” I nod before walking off.

When I return and place the condiments back on the table, I can still hear Kuroo and Y/N talking.

“Seriously, a new girlfriend? So that’s the reason why your mom’s never around?” Kuroo hums.

Well that would explain why I’ve seen Y/N’s mom kissing some random lady outside their house.

FLASHBACK ~ WEDNESDAY EVENING

When Y/N and I sit down on her couch, we both grab a big forkful of cake and devour everything that’s left.

“I guess this is how my mom’s been dealing with her stress,” she hums just before taking another bite of the delicious cake.

“Mmm, good coping style. Much better than sniffing coke,” I nod.

Y/N rolls her eyes at my comment. “You’re hilarious.”

“How is that going, by the way?” I ask her curiously as I look her up and down, hoping I’ve not made her uncomfortable by asking.

“I haven’t been sniffing if that’s what you’re asking me,” she replies while playing with the ring on her finger. Something I don’t even think she notices she’s doing.

“So then… Kuroo?” I ask. I know they’ve been hooking up, but I can’t tell how serious it is between them. But I think I’m making her nervous now because of the blank stare she gives me.

“I, uh…” she starts to explain. But with shitty timing, the doorbell rings.

“I’ll get it,” I tell her as I place down my fork and stand up. “Be right back.”

“Thanks,” she mumbles as I walk out of the room.

When I approach the front door and open it, I’m met with the last face I want to see right now. “Shit, what’re you doing here?” I ask him.

“Really, that’s what you say when you see your friend?” he chuckles. “Am I interrupting something…”

“No, but Y/N’s asleep right now. I don’t think she’s in the mood for any guests. You know how girls are when you wake them up,” I grin, knowing he won’t call me out on my bluff. “Don’t think she’d be in the mood to hook up with you, either.”

“You really think I drove all the way out here just to fuck her?” he scoffs.

“Didn’t you?”

“What the hell is your problem, dude? You got grandpa issues then that’s fine, but don’t take it out on me. And you better not fucking take it out on her, either. Y’know, you don’t really have a goddamn right to be pissed off, anyway. It’s not like you’re the one she’s-“

Before I make any stupid decisions I’m sure I’d regret, I shut the door on Kuroo’s face and lock it, too, for extra measure.

When I get back to where Y/N is on the couch, I sit down beside her and let out a frustrated sigh.

“Are you okay?” she asks me as she carefully looks over my worried face. “Who was it? A burglar?” she then teases, trying to lighten up the mood.

“Something like that,” I hum as I wrap my arm around her shoulder. I pull her close and relax as she places her head on my chest. God, I just hope she can’t tell how fast my heart is beating. “It’s okay,” I whisper as I lift my hand to her head and stroke her softly. “They’re gone now.”

A few minutes later, I can feel Y/N’s body go limp. I shake her a little bit and call her name, but she’s fast asleep.

If I were with anyone else, I’d probably pick her up and move her somewhere else, but since it’s Y/N- and since she’s so damn warm and comfortable- I let my eyes close, too.

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